We've been studying for the Holocaust for awhile now, from reading articles and to reading "Daniel's Story". The Holocaust is a very important time in our history and a topic we shouldn't be oblivious of, today I learned a lot more about it by visiting the Holocaust museum with my classmates.
Today when we entered the museum they split our class in two groups and we got a guidance person to show us and talk about some of the artifacts of the exhibit, which surprisingly her grandpa was a survivor of the Holocaust.
She showed us some real propaganda that the Nazis used and talked about it, like how propaganda influenced doctors and other workers to kill people. We also saw a real train box which is where the Jews stayed in for about 7 days until they reached their concentration camp. Also we got to see a real striped uniform from the Auschwitz camp and what the colors of the Jewish stars represent. She also talked to us about the German Olympics that happened before the Holocaust which I didn't even know about. She told us about this one girl who was half Jewish and part of the fencing, and that she was told last minute that she wasn't allowed to play anymore because of the fact that she was Jewish.
We saw and learned a lot more about the Holocaust but this trip had a very big impact on how I saw the Holocaust now that I know more of how it's like and gained a lot of knowledge about the Holocaust.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Monday, March 7, 2016
I'm Still Here
March 7, 2016
Dear Diary,
"What just happened?" was the only thing repeatedly going on my head at this moment. I arrived at the hospital at 1:30 PM and I'm still here patiently waiting for the nurse to come get me. School is going on still while I'm at the hospital in the emergency waiting area, which there are a lot of people here waiting so I don't know why they would call this the "emergency waiting area" if they make us (the patients) wait, but I wonder what happened to them that made them end up here.
I'm probably exaggerating all this since I've only been here for probably 15 minutes but it feels like it's been 3 hours. The good thing is that I'm too lost in my thoughts and worries that I forgot about the pain rushing through my left hand, and yes I'm writing with my right hand. Long story short me, being curious, jammed my finger while trying be acrobatic and doing a back flip off a swing, which I vowed to never do again unless I can actually do a back flip, not a somersault, which I can't.
A lot of people have broken their finger or worse, so why am I acting like I'm the only one on this planet who has? Maybe it's because I'm scared of the thought of having to maybe get surgery which I was terrified of because what if you don't wake up? Or what if you feel it even though you get that medicine that makes you fall asleep? I don't know how some celebrities could go through countless plastic surgeries. But the main point is that I should be grateful that I'm even here getting my finger fixed where as some people can't afford to even get help. Hopefully this wont be as bad as I expect it to be.
Dear Diary,
"What just happened?" was the only thing repeatedly going on my head at this moment. I arrived at the hospital at 1:30 PM and I'm still here patiently waiting for the nurse to come get me. School is going on still while I'm at the hospital in the emergency waiting area, which there are a lot of people here waiting so I don't know why they would call this the "emergency waiting area" if they make us (the patients) wait, but I wonder what happened to them that made them end up here.
I'm probably exaggerating all this since I've only been here for probably 15 minutes but it feels like it's been 3 hours. The good thing is that I'm too lost in my thoughts and worries that I forgot about the pain rushing through my left hand, and yes I'm writing with my right hand. Long story short me, being curious, jammed my finger while trying be acrobatic and doing a back flip off a swing, which I vowed to never do again unless I can actually do a back flip, not a somersault, which I can't.
A lot of people have broken their finger or worse, so why am I acting like I'm the only one on this planet who has? Maybe it's because I'm scared of the thought of having to maybe get surgery which I was terrified of because what if you don't wake up? Or what if you feel it even though you get that medicine that makes you fall asleep? I don't know how some celebrities could go through countless plastic surgeries. But the main point is that I should be grateful that I'm even here getting my finger fixed where as some people can't afford to even get help. Hopefully this wont be as bad as I expect it to be.
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Daniel's Story
“We must live, and when this is all over, we must work to make the world a better place. And if we die, we will die knowing that it was not our fault, that we did our best, and we can go to our deaths in dignity… I want you both to live…And to remember...You must choose love. Always choose love.”
(from Daniel’s Story by Carol Matas, page 70)
Basically she believes that life should be full of love and happiness other than anger and and sadness, also to be patient when things might not go your way because good things will always find a way to come back. Like how in the movies and the millions of tumblr edits of the saying "In the end it's all worth it", which is what she basically goes by.
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