Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Night Blog

Night

          Elie Wiesel has changed dramatically since the beginning of the book. For example in the beginning of the book it reads “One day I asked my father to find m3 a master to guide me in my studies of the cabbala.”(Pg.1)His sanity was very strong and his faith was at its highest point. He went as far as looking for a mentor to teach him more about his religion and the God that he would pray to everyday. This all changed when him and his family were sent to Birkenau which is the registration part of the infamous concentration camp, Auschwitz. Him and his family were separated from each other when they were in different lines. Elie and his father never saw the mother or sister again and I have pulled a quote out of the book to show it “Yet that was the moment when I parted from my mother. I had no time to think, but already I felt the pressure of my father's hand…” (Pg. 27) Once he was in the camp the first thing he saw was people getting burned inside furnaces such as old men, women, and children because they were useless to the camps. As time went by his faith was going down such as his sanity level.

          Another thing that changed drastically was Elie's reaction and emotions to things and how he feels about certain situations. For example on page 105 and 106 it reads “the officer came up to him and shouted him to be quiet. But my father did not hear him. He went on calling me. The officer dealt him a violent blow on the head with his truncheon. I did not move. I was afraid.” This shows that in the beginning Elie was not scared of anything but now that he went through many camps, he was afraid to help his father from the violent blow given by the SS officer. He did not want to risk himself getting shot or getting hit like his father.

Thursday, March 2, 2017

Butterfly Project



"On a Sunny Evening"


On a purple, sun-shot evening
Under wide-flowering chestnut trees
Upon the threshold full of dust
Yesterday, today, the days are all like these.

Trees flower forth in beauty,
Lovely, too, their very wood all gnarled and old
That I am half afraid to peer
Into their crowns of green and gold.

The sun has made a veil of gold
So lovely that my body aches.
Above, the heavens shriek with blue
Convinced I’ve smiled by some mistake.
The world’s abloom and seems to smile.
I want to fly but where, how high?
If in barbed wire, things can bloom
Why couldn’t I? I will not die!
   Written by Anonymous, 1944   
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