Hah, I've been citing wrong this whole time.
FIXING STARTS NOW.
"'I've got more faith in Hitler than in anyone else. He's the only one who's kept his promises, all his promises, to the Jewish people.'" (Weisel 87).
We did this quote for part of our quiz, but it's so epic I just had to do it here as well.
This quote is extremely ironic, as Hitler is the one that is doing all this to the Jews, yet the Jews believe in him because he's kept his promises. This shows a lot about Hitler, and how he is such an amazing speaker as well. Everything he has told is the truth, and even though he's a twisted man, he hasn't lied once.
This also shows a lot about the Jews, and how they've been lied to so much, they can only trust the man that is taking out millions and millions of them. It gives the reader a strong sense of pity for the Jewish community, and shows how horribly they were treated mentally as well as physically.
"I quickly forgot him. I began to think of myself again." (Wiesel 92).
At first glance, the reader will have the immediate feeling of "Ohmygoodness! Elie is so selfish! Like, OMG I can't read this book anymore. He's all mean now! blah blah blah."
In reality, I find this quote extremely sad. Elie was a child who was full of love and hope, and after a few months in concentration camps, he's seen so much death that he has no choice but to dismiss it. He's surrounded by so much death, he can barely let himself get upset any more. If he had gotten sad, he's be overrun by depression.
This shows a strong change in Elie's personality, as I stated above. He went from an innocent, caring child to a hardened mess. He can only worry about himself now, if he wants to stay alive and healthy.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Friday, January 20, 2012
"Night" Quote Analysis, #3-4
"This conversation cannot have lasted more than a few minutes. It seemed like an eternity to me."
-"Night", Wiesel, page 41
Fear is evident in this quote, showing how Elie's horror is dragging out time longer than it really is. He is fearful for not only his life, but being separated from his father as well. The word "eternity" especially shows how the time seemed to drag on for Elie.
It could also be interpreted as not fear, but anticipation. Elie had lied about his age, and was probably quite nervous and eager (I'm not sure eager is a good word here, but whatever) to hear whether he would be discovered for his lie.
"Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and turned my dreams to dust."
-"Night",Wiesel, page 43
Again, fear is strong in this quote, but it also shows a major loss of hope. Elie is defying his God and saying his dreams are basically crushed. The figurative language really expresses the loss of hope, filling the reader with a sense of dread and fear.
Saying that the moments 'murdered my God' is really shocking here, as Elie is Jewish and therefore has strong faith in his God. He's saying that the times were so bad, he gave up on his God.
Which is bad. Very, very bad.
-"Night", Wiesel, page 41
Fear is evident in this quote, showing how Elie's horror is dragging out time longer than it really is. He is fearful for not only his life, but being separated from his father as well. The word "eternity" especially shows how the time seemed to drag on for Elie.
It could also be interpreted as not fear, but anticipation. Elie had lied about his age, and was probably quite nervous and eager (I'm not sure eager is a good word here, but whatever) to hear whether he would be discovered for his lie.
"Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and turned my dreams to dust."
-"Night",Wiesel, page 43
Again, fear is strong in this quote, but it also shows a major loss of hope. Elie is defying his God and saying his dreams are basically crushed. The figurative language really expresses the loss of hope, filling the reader with a sense of dread and fear.
Saying that the moments 'murdered my God' is really shocking here, as Elie is Jewish and therefore has strong faith in his God. He's saying that the times were so bad, he gave up on his God.
Which is bad. Very, very bad.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
"Night" Quote Analysis #2
"She [Madame Schachter] continued to scream, breathless, her voice broken by sobs. 'Jews, listen to me! I can see a fire! There are huge flames! It is a furnace!'"
(Elie Wiesel, "Night," page 34)
Foreshadowing is the main thing I sensed in this quote. After the characters left the ghetto and got onto the train, Madame Schachter's terrified words about fire and a furnace could only foreshadow one thing: a Nazi death camp. The author really shows how fearful Madame Schachter was, and how the other Jews must have felt when they pulled into Auschwitz.
It can also show two different things about Madame Schachter- how she has very fiery and persistent personality, or the fact that she is going crazy. With just this quote, you would infer that she is crazy- what king of lady would see fire in the middle of the night? But if you continued to read and saw that they were arriving at Auschwitz, you would see that perhaps she isn't a crazy as she looks.
(Elie Wiesel, "Night," page 34)
Foreshadowing is the main thing I sensed in this quote. After the characters left the ghetto and got onto the train, Madame Schachter's terrified words about fire and a furnace could only foreshadow one thing: a Nazi death camp. The author really shows how fearful Madame Schachter was, and how the other Jews must have felt when they pulled into Auschwitz.
It can also show two different things about Madame Schachter- how she has very fiery and persistent personality, or the fact that she is going crazy. With just this quote, you would infer that she is crazy- what king of lady would see fire in the middle of the night? But if you continued to read and saw that they were arriving at Auschwitz, you would see that perhaps she isn't a crazy as she looks.
"Night" Quote Analysis #1
"We drank, we ate, we sang. The Bible bade us rejoice during the seven days of the feast, to be happy. But our hearts were not in it. Our hearts had been beating more rapidly for some days. We wished the feast were over, so that we should not have to play this comedy any longer."
(Elie Wiesel, "Night," page 20)
This quote really spoke to me in a way I couldn't quite pinpoint. It seems to show how hard the Holocaust was for Jews- even before all the famous stuff really happened. Somehow, even during one of the most festive times of the year for a Jew, this quote shows how nobody really enjoyed it.
The part of the quote that says, "We wish the feast were over, so we should not have to play this comedy any longer," is the part that really stuck out to me. At first glance, my thought was, "Oh, they're just putting on a show in hopes of keeping their family members in good spirits." But when I really thought about what happened in this period of time, something struck me: The author is getting across that they weren't just putting on a show for their family members- they were also doing it for themselves! They knew this was a bad time for Jews, and that things were only going to get worse. But in the happy setting of the holiday, they tried to fool themselves into cheering up and getting in the merry spirit. But they couldn't. That's what the quote really says. They were trying to be happy in this dreadful time, but no matter what, they couldn't.
(Elie Wiesel, "Night," page 20)
This quote really spoke to me in a way I couldn't quite pinpoint. It seems to show how hard the Holocaust was for Jews- even before all the famous stuff really happened. Somehow, even during one of the most festive times of the year for a Jew, this quote shows how nobody really enjoyed it.
The part of the quote that says, "We wish the feast were over, so we should not have to play this comedy any longer," is the part that really stuck out to me. At first glance, my thought was, "Oh, they're just putting on a show in hopes of keeping their family members in good spirits." But when I really thought about what happened in this period of time, something struck me: The author is getting across that they weren't just putting on a show for their family members- they were also doing it for themselves! They knew this was a bad time for Jews, and that things were only going to get worse. But in the happy setting of the holiday, they tried to fool themselves into cheering up and getting in the merry spirit. But they couldn't. That's what the quote really says. They were trying to be happy in this dreadful time, but no matter what, they couldn't.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Snapshot of Invader Zim and Dib
After a gruesome and violent fight, Zim and Dib stop to glare at each other with pure loathing. Hatred was evident in both their eyes. One of Zim's contacts was off, revealing the real feelings hidden behind his deep and intensly red eye. Dib glared at him, glasses snapped like a twig and a scar on his forehead as if he was Harry Potter. They panted, two enemies taking a break after a battle.
Zim panted hard, his suit ripped and torn as if a dog had jumped on him. He grabbed a handful of Dib's hair, threatening without word to yank. He was fully exhausted. But the look in his eyes seemed to tell Dib without words, "You may have won the battle, but I shall win the war."
Dib looked at him, furious but not quite understanding the hatred that was being spat in his face. His jacket blew in a distant breeze, whispering in Zim's ear that its wearer was as determined as a cat chasing a mouse. The scratches on his face screamed defeat, but his fists clenched almost on their own. Dib's eyes slipped into a narrow gaze, filling to the brim with pure anger at Zim's stupidity.
Zim stared deeply into Dib's eyes, for once seeing the despising that was being sent his way. Years of being mercilessly tesed and laughed at washed into Dib's body, filling him with a hatred he'd never felt before. He lunged at Zim again, the fight resuming worse than ever before.
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Zim panted hard, his suit ripped and torn as if a dog had jumped on him. He grabbed a handful of Dib's hair, threatening without word to yank. He was fully exhausted. But the look in his eyes seemed to tell Dib without words, "You may have won the battle, but I shall win the war."
Dib looked at him, furious but not quite understanding the hatred that was being spat in his face. His jacket blew in a distant breeze, whispering in Zim's ear that its wearer was as determined as a cat chasing a mouse. The scratches on his face screamed defeat, but his fists clenched almost on their own. Dib's eyes slipped into a narrow gaze, filling to the brim with pure anger at Zim's stupidity.
Zim stared deeply into Dib's eyes, for once seeing the despising that was being sent his way. Years of being mercilessly tesed and laughed at washed into Dib's body, filling him with a hatred he'd never felt before. He lunged at Zim again, the fight resuming worse than ever before.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
An Outsider's View
Have any of you out there read Of Mice and Men? It's a really good book. You there should read it.
And there's this character, Crooks. He's black and has a crooked spine. He lives in his own room, away from the buckers and skinners. Nobody really visits him, and he seems like a kind of cranky guy because of it. He seems lonely.
I feel his pain. So I went to this camp for playing the viola once, yes? And there were three violas. I was two years younger than the youngest person there. And I got third chair. The oldest girl was first chair, the second oldest was second chair. Coincidence? I think not.
I felt left out, and the camp was no fun because of it. Nobody really talked to me because it was a camp for high schoolers, and I was in seventh grade. I spent the lunch hours playing ping-pong with myself. (Tip: Don't play ping-pong with yourself. It's kind of difficult.) I felt like a minority, an outsider, just like Crooks did. And it was terrible, because I was there for skill. Like, I'm young so I stink at playing viola, and Crooks is black so you can't like him. What is that nonsense? It's just wrong, in my opinion.
It's frustrating how people are biased. I won't mention names, but a certain Mr. Conductor-Dude was biased toward age. Everybody else who got their chairs were in their chair because of their skill. I wasn't. Even the first chair viola agreed I should've been first stand.
I'm not trying to be an arrogant nubhead here, and saying I'm the best at viola. I'm not. But it was frustrating being an outsider. Even though he's a fictional character, I'm sure people have been treated just like Crooks was. So think about how your actions are affecting people. People should be treated equally. Every man is created equal.
And equal is different from the same.
And there's this character, Crooks. He's black and has a crooked spine. He lives in his own room, away from the buckers and skinners. Nobody really visits him, and he seems like a kind of cranky guy because of it. He seems lonely.
I feel his pain. So I went to this camp for playing the viola once, yes? And there were three violas. I was two years younger than the youngest person there. And I got third chair. The oldest girl was first chair, the second oldest was second chair. Coincidence? I think not.
I felt left out, and the camp was no fun because of it. Nobody really talked to me because it was a camp for high schoolers, and I was in seventh grade. I spent the lunch hours playing ping-pong with myself. (Tip: Don't play ping-pong with yourself. It's kind of difficult.) I felt like a minority, an outsider, just like Crooks did. And it was terrible, because I was there for skill. Like, I'm young so I stink at playing viola, and Crooks is black so you can't like him. What is that nonsense? It's just wrong, in my opinion.
It's frustrating how people are biased. I won't mention names, but a certain Mr. Conductor-Dude was biased toward age. Everybody else who got their chairs were in their chair because of their skill. I wasn't. Even the first chair viola agreed I should've been first stand.
I'm not trying to be an arrogant nubhead here, and saying I'm the best at viola. I'm not. But it was frustrating being an outsider. Even though he's a fictional character, I'm sure people have been treated just like Crooks was. So think about how your actions are affecting people. People should be treated equally. Every man is created equal.
And equal is different from the same.
Friday, September 9, 2011
A Perfect World
Well, this is me. Just a girl in the Middle of Nowhere, USA. And, my-oh-my, the world is so NOT perfect here.
A perfect world in my eyes is probably just... right. There will be no pollution, no mean people. One thing that really bugs me in this world is the people. They don't care about the environment, their families, the things that really matter in the long run. In my world, everyone cares about each other. And everyone tries to be nice once in a while, something I found is lacking in this world.
And the environment is just as important as the people. I mean, think about it; without the resources we have in the world, we'd be dead, yes? If there wasn't that tiny little bacteria that brought oxygen into the world, there would be no us. Our world is precious and amazing, and we knowlingly destroy it every day. Some people actually care and make an effort. Some say they will, but they don't. In my world, everyone puts forth a tiny effort, whether it's recycling or chaining themselves to oil rigs. Everyone cares.
And another thing- the international relationships. I watched two 9/11 videos today, in the past hour, and the only thing that went through my mind was, "How someone could do that. What was going through the hijacker's minds as they crashed into innocent people?" In a perfect world, that's a big no-no. People all around the world aren't seperated by race or language or gender. We all get along peacefully. There are no more wars, no more terrorists, and no more nuclear bombs, for Pete's sake! We all get along.
Has anyone ever heard the song "If Everyone Cared" by Nickelback? That song inspired this world. I'm going to quote it right here in case you haven't heard it.
"And as we lie beneath the stars, we realize how small we are. If they could love like you and me, imagine how the world could be. If everyone cared, nobody cried, if everyone loved, nobody lied. And if everyone shared and swallowed the pride, could we see the day where nobody died?"
At least I'm not the only person in the world who thinks like this.
I'm not saying that everyone in the world is totally screwed up. Some people out there really want to make a difference, and they do. But in a perfect world, everyone wants to help, and everyone cares.
A perfect world in my eyes is probably just... right. There will be no pollution, no mean people. One thing that really bugs me in this world is the people. They don't care about the environment, their families, the things that really matter in the long run. In my world, everyone cares about each other. And everyone tries to be nice once in a while, something I found is lacking in this world.
And the environment is just as important as the people. I mean, think about it; without the resources we have in the world, we'd be dead, yes? If there wasn't that tiny little bacteria that brought oxygen into the world, there would be no us. Our world is precious and amazing, and we knowlingly destroy it every day. Some people actually care and make an effort. Some say they will, but they don't. In my world, everyone puts forth a tiny effort, whether it's recycling or chaining themselves to oil rigs. Everyone cares.
And another thing- the international relationships. I watched two 9/11 videos today, in the past hour, and the only thing that went through my mind was, "How someone could do that. What was going through the hijacker's minds as they crashed into innocent people?" In a perfect world, that's a big no-no. People all around the world aren't seperated by race or language or gender. We all get along peacefully. There are no more wars, no more terrorists, and no more nuclear bombs, for Pete's sake! We all get along.
Has anyone ever heard the song "If Everyone Cared" by Nickelback? That song inspired this world. I'm going to quote it right here in case you haven't heard it.
"And as we lie beneath the stars, we realize how small we are. If they could love like you and me, imagine how the world could be. If everyone cared, nobody cried, if everyone loved, nobody lied. And if everyone shared and swallowed the pride, could we see the day where nobody died?"
At least I'm not the only person in the world who thinks like this.
I'm not saying that everyone in the world is totally screwed up. Some people out there really want to make a difference, and they do. But in a perfect world, everyone wants to help, and everyone cares.
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