Research Paper Kristallnacht 12-6-12

Katie Nas 101-135 Research Paper

How to Make Waldorf Apple Salad 12-4-12

Free Write 11-1

Wow i cant belive its the firist of november and yesterday was halloween it feels like the semester is going by kinda fast in away thats good but sometimes i wish time would go a little slower so that your brian rightfully documents everything that happens and you dont just take mintal pictures but physical ones too now that im looking back on this short time i wish i would have taken more pictures and done more stuff if thats possibal i wish last night i could have spent my time with someone special but instead i had to study for a test and do a quiz i think we lose time in that way but there isnt anything anyone can do about that you cant pause the responsibities you have so i suppose its a lesson for the time to come do more to remember more and work around your responsibities.

Free Write 10-30

i quite literaly just jumped out of bed and drove here i stopped at a friends house to get my 30min nap. i set my alarm for when to get up and it is set with just enought time for my to get up say goodbye get my shoes on and get in my car all of this not in a hurried manner but this morning i slept on top of my phone so i didnt her the alarm go off the frist time and probably not the second time i woke up a litttle noticing that its probably close to time to go and that when i hear carrbbean music play oh crap im diggng for my phone try to find it i do and oh god im going to be late i jump out of bed put my shoes on yell by and next thing i know im speeding down the road to here

Free Write 10-25

i feel as though my brain is too full there as so many things i feel like i have to do my be in reality i dont but between this paper hospitality and culinary theres thrree papers to right and many out siide of class things to do hospitality i have to interview someone and finsh my restaurant critique and summarise a couple articals make two menus i think one for each class i also have to write about my outside event this stuff isnt due right away but i feel like the due date is strangleing me and that in ist self is overwhelming my brain its making me want to fall asleep and not have to wake up for a good long while oh well

Free Write 10-23

i really would have loved to stay in bed this morning im not overly tired right now but i could always use more sleep maybe i will later this afternoon after class now hopefully i dont randomly have to work bc that would happen next semester im definaly going to work something out different with my classes so im not so tired casue i feel like thats all i am tired between class and work and trying to fix friends in its exasting maybe ill get to work on my scedual later

Descriptive Essay Mother-in-Law

Katie Nass

Mr. Neuberger

English Comp 101- 135

25 September 2012

Descriptive Essay

Mother-in-Law

            I glare at my wife, while she drones on about her mother. The words are a train wreck between my ears. The wretched women, the phrase I never say to my rose of a wife, is coming for a visit. Yes, the woman that gave my darling life, is going to stampede into our lives. The giving birth part is the only prize winning thing the witch ever did. I suppose the raising part might have been good too. No, no I take that back. She went through years of therapy and bottles of pills. So, yes birth is the only morally upright and respectable thing I believe she has done. I hear screeching wheels. “Oh God no, why didn’t you tell me she was going to be here right now!” My eyes are huge looking at Lily. She stares at me, shrugs and walks away.  It turns out she did.  I guess I should listen when she discusses “It”.

“I’ll make dinner sweetheart. Don’t want you to lift your little glass like finger. I know you do all the work around this flea of a house anyway.”  She’s grinning that gaping gutter that grazes across her ghastly face every once and a rude comment.  She just wiggles her winey dog size fingers at us as she steps into our kitchen. All I can do is bang my head on the hard as a rock coffee table, and hopefully, knock myself out.

“Oh honey, I didn’t realize how tiny your kitchen was. Doesn’t he support you? You bring home the bacon don’t you dear,” she yells in a glass shattering manner, making it through the six inch walls of the kitchen. I open my mouth to say he has a name and supports her and a whole lot more, when Lily takes away my air by slapping her hand over my pie hole. I see a look of death enter into the eye sockets of my lovely but now highly frightening wife.  It’s like her mother is sending me subliminal messages of “Oh honey you better not. I’ll steal your soul, eat it, and spit it back out.”  I shrink back into the couch and shrivel into a shell of that human being that I was five minutes ago.

At dinner, I stare at the plates that were assembled on the mahogany table. I’m frightened, I’m scared. I’m petrified. Is it edible? Is something going to inch out and assault my face? Am I expected to eat it? I hopelessly look at my wife.  She just ignores my glances.

“So mom what is this.” She’s looking down as she spoons it in her mouth a little at a time.

“Oh just a personal recipe,” winking at her. Oh my darling, please let your soul still remain inside you after the wink of death. Randomly, Reptar just slams her scaly fist down on the cherry table. It’s like the cherries jump out of the table and the color is gone. “Ian eat my food. I made your plate special.” Her pointy monster like teeth poked out between her scaly leathery blood red lips that twist into a smirk as she holds her mug. I put the slop on my tongue and shiver. Eww, ugh, blah, yikes, “baaaaaarrrrrrffffffff” there goes dinner.

“You ignorant pathetic moron how dare you throw up my food?” she roars picking up the knife she used to cut up the abhorrence she calls food.  I turn as pale as death. Oh nooooo, she’s going to launch it at me. I close my eyes. I’m done for.

“Mother,” I hear. My eyes open. Lily grabbed her scaly wrist so hard the knife falls from her hand. Her reptile eyes look over her baby like she would eat her in her cannibalistic way. But Lily doesn’t back down. I am a spectator with puke on his shirt, in shock, with his mouth gaping open. Thinking in the back of my head hahaha, “I was right; she is crazy and narcissistic,” hahahaha. Gulp, she almost killed me. My head spins, ugh. “Mother how could you do this? I know you never liked him but this, this is crazy.  I know you made the food to be horrible just so he would have to eat it. Grow up, he is my husband and I love him. That’s not going to change. You stabbing Ian for not eating your food isn’t going to solve anything. You’re just ruining our relationship, you and I, not Ian and I. Are you even listening to me?”  The witch’s head falls into the mushy nastiness. We look at each other.

“Janet,” I say. No response. Oh my god, my wife gave her own mother a heart attack.

“Mom, mom!” she shakes her furiously, relentlessly, recklessly, rattling the now brittle frame of the reptile, raising the rubbish she’s face down in up to her ears. 

“Honey I’m calling the ambulance.”  I have the phone gripped in my hand and hear the rings that sound like a alarm clock going off. “911. State your emergency.”

“I think my wife’s mother just had a heart attack. Please get here as soon as possible.” On the other end of the line she says and asks the usual stuff. My heart is thumping like the rabbit’s foot in Bambie.  I have the phone loosely gripped in my hand now. Lily pulled her mother’s face out of the gunk she made. She’s crying, “This is entirely my fault.”  In my head I said, “Who would have thought the coldest breed of reptile, would die in such a heated way?”

 

Free Write 10-18

im in a pretty good mood this morning. i made it to school without fallling asleep while driving which just in it self is really great. i had a cup of hot tea i listened to lex and terry on the way here. i got to stop by my friend thunders to see my boyfriend. the only thing looming over my head is my hospitality class this afternoon i have a test. in which case the test will probable really hard. so that means i really need to srtudy more during lunch hopeflly i can manage that other than that i think the day will be good as long as i understand buisness math today i guess we wiill just have to see how the day goes

Free Write 10-16

so my car batterie died the other morning and of course i had to get to work also no one was home in fact they left hmmm lets say twenty minues before i got in my car and tryed to start it so i call up my mom and tell her they batterie for my car is dead it wont turn over im going to the neighbor to see if there is any one there to jump my car and she says well your dads pretty close he can come by either way id rather not wait so i knock on the door of the neighbor and one of their yonger kids come to the door i tell her my problem and she gets her mom the kirsta her mom gets her oldest son up to help me with the car we go out to their van to look for the jumper cables and talk about the cat that wonders around the neighborhood wait for her son tyler to come out of the house when he does he drives their van to my house i pop the hood of my car to get to the batter and to cover wont come off so we try to get it off while were doing that my dad comes home it took him to get the cover off  my car wouldnt jump the frist time we had to let it charge and then finally it did and the rest of my day i was scared that it was going to die on some random street leaving me standed

Survivor Testimony Malka Baran

Katie Nass

Mr. Neuberger

English Comp 101- 135

11 October 2012

Survivor Testimony  

Malka Baran

Malka was born in Warsaw Poland on January 30, 1927.  At the time of the story she was 70 years old.  She came from a lower middle class family in a Jewish neighborhood which later became part of the ghetto.   Her father was a printer, but everything, even his equipment was taken way.  Malka was sent to work with other young girls cleaning windows in the ghetto.  Those who worked got coupons for food. Life was never the same again.  Food was restricted, there were no good clothes, the children couldn’t play outside and the windows were barred.  Malka was 13 or 14 when it started to get bad. 

In 1943, Malka’s parents woke her and her brother very early and made them dress in many layers.  SS solders were lined up in the street.  They were ordered to get out and forced in to the street with their neighbors.   They never saw their home after that.  They were divided and Malka was taken to a big inter court of a larger metal factory.  Jewish boys tried to fight the SS soldiers and were executed.  Malka remembers babies being thrown against the wall, killing them.  She was put to work again but blocked memories of this time.  She never saw her mother and father again.

The memory block lasted until the concentration camp.  She was the concentration camps until January 1945.   She was 15 when she was taken to the camps.  She was not taken to the death camps, but to the labor camps.

She sold the chain from a gift from her parents for bread.  She was shocked and lost memories.  She suffered from disease, typhoid and rashes.  The food was almost non-existent and they were wasting away.  Conditions were unthinkable.

            A child was discovered in the camp.  This wasn’t allowed so no one could claim the child but Malka played with the child.  She felt that this child helped her survive.

After 3 ½ years, liberation came but they survivors were so conditioned that they didn’t even leave the camps even when the Germans were gone.  Once they realized they could leave, they left and hid.  Malka said that when she was coming out of the camp, it was the first time she thought of her parents and cried.  She was a survivor, but they were gone.  

Eventually they got a job and were able to regain their health.  They were offered a chance to go back to school but didn’t continue because they weren’t comfortable.

She met a soldier who wanted her to move with him and have a family.  She didn’t have any family left.  The soldiers sent for her and an older woman went with her.  They traveled through Germany together but were afraid because they were alone with Russian soldiers.  But the soldiers took good care of them and it was an overwhelming experience because they had had no kindness.  They worked with the Russians and “learned to live again”.

Later, they couldn’t stay with the Russians because they were suspected to be spies because they weren’t Russians.  They were sent, by train, to Austria, to a displaced person camp.  She was a teacher of children in the displaced person camp.  The children “brought her back”.

In 1948, she moved to Israel with a woman who had come to the displaced person camp to be a teacher and arrange schools.  She got to Israel illegally traveling by any means possible, train, walking and finally a freight boat.  She stayed with cousins until eventually she was accepted to learn to teach.  She was in a seminary but lived with someone and worked for them while she was studying.

She met her husband while in the displaced person camp.  He stayed in Austria even after she went to Israel.  He moved to America and for 6 years they wrote letters to each other.  Malka was 25 when she married but she was still in Israel.  It took 10 months to get clearance for her to come to America.  They have raised 2 daughters, who were born in New York.  Malka went back to school and received her teaching degrees.

Malka gave the testimony to show history, but also to show that there’s always opportunity to change, even when you’ve been through terrible things.  There’s always a way to come back, a rebirth.  Hate and prejudice are extremely dangerous and makes people act.  It’s important to get rid of it.  She believes that she is more understanding and compassionate as a result of her experience.

 

 

Quotes

When speaking about nights in the bunker she said,  “next to me was two sisters one was a lunatic and when the moon was out I rember vividly she would get up from her bunk she walked she resited history in polish polish history like a profester sometimes she would walk out and back.”  

 

There was an officer in the camp that Malka described.  “We called him the American he happened to be show himself to be a human being.  When he called someone to his office under the pretext that he would punish…. under the cover he gave them sandwiches.”

Quiz 10-4

1. “Allows readers to cross-reference your sources easily, provides consistent formatting within a discipline, gives you credibility as a writer, and protects yourself from plagiarism”.

2. It “shows accountability to their source material”.

3. “Anything from failure of assignment and expulsion from school”.

4. “Work cited page” and “parenthetical citations.”

5. “When quoting any words that are not your own.” “When summarizing facets and ideas from a source”. “When paraphrasing a source”.

6. “Readability keep references brief, give only information needed to identify the source on your Works Cited page, and do not repeat unnecessary information”.

7. Yes

8. One – “Plagiarism in unethical… considered an act of stealing”. Two- “Means a lost learning opportunity”. Three- “Diminishes your credibility”. Four- “May result in serious penalties… including expulsion”.

9. One- “Use quotations as evidence, as support or as a further explanation… not a substitute for stating your point in your own words”. Two- Don’t use quotations too much other wise its not of your thoughts. Three- “Use quotes that illustrate the author’s own view point or style, or quote excerpts… particularly well phrased”.Four- “Introduce quotations with words that signal the relationship of the quotation to the rest of your discussion”.

"A Film Unfinished" Summary

Katie Nass

Mr. Neuberger

English Comp 101- 135

4 October 2012

Summary

A Film Unfinished

A Film Unfinished was found in a concrete vault hidden in the forest. This is where the Germans hid their films of what was their propaganda machine. There was a single copy of this film simply labeled the Ghetto.  It was never finished, didn’t have opening or closing credits or a sound track. 

It was taken in 1942, before the Warsaw Ghetto was wiped out. It was made to show the German people where the Jews went. German camera men went into the ghetto to show the life of the Jews. It was staged to show that they were living well but also to show that those prosperous Jews cared nothing about the poor.

The Warsaw Ghetto was a three square mile area. This is the where the Jews lived before it was a ghetto. Jews from all over the Reich were moved there. It was over crowded and had poor living conditions. There were 500,000 Jews of all classes living in this small area.  The man assigned to oversee the area documented the filming process.

The filming showed people living in nice homes with furniture and plenty of food.  This was shown to be at the expense of the poor living in the area.  A lot of the prosperity of the Jews was staged. 

They also documented dead bodies on the sidewalks, putting some of those bodies in coffins and the mass grave burials of the dead.  They forced the Jews to engage in a ritual bath with both men and women.  These things were not part of the Jewish cultural and were humiliating to the Jews.  But, they were done to show the German people how different the Jews were.

Once the war was over, the film was used to document war crimes.  The film did not show the people being removed from the city to go to Treblinka but the diary documentation of the overseer did.  When he was asked for lists of names to deport to the camp, we took the cyanide capsule to show the people that death was imminent.

Free Write 10-2

so i have finial have gotten my glasses. i can actually see. so the hollacost video will be much easier to read. well as long as i can keep my eyes open that is even glasses wont help sleep depervatioin. im really excited for this weeken my and my friend brittney are going to st. louis. we figured it would be a good weekend for me to showe her around since we have monday and tuesday off school. meaning we can enjoy our weekend without worrying about homework. which to me is one of the greatest things. hopefully my car will be able to get us up there yeasterday i ran over something in my car and it cut the fule line its now fixed but its still a worry some thing to be just resenty fixed and not tested out for a period of time firist i guess youll know if something goes wrong

Free Wirte 9-27

so we are doing a paper on the haolicoste which i cant spell. im not sure how i feel about it i know that its kind of a commom paper to write all through out school you learn about it and you read books you have chapters upon chapters in history no were at oct in a comp class about to watch a video over it and going to soon be writing our paper about it so my thought why the halicoste of all subjects and what a grim subjest to write about its not like its emotionally sad or anything but it just drags out the pain again and again of those people in those camps or ghettos idk it just seems morbid but not in a fun way

Narrative Essay Rebel Claire

Narrative Essay Rebel Claire

Free Write 9/20

this last weekend i went to six flags. i have reailsed that if i would have went therer as a child it would have been my dream world. my parents took me to disney world as a little kid an i liked it the rides were fun and the characters were cool but i never really like disney. i liked the park but i never watch the shows or movies unless it way mickey. other than that i really didnt watch. on the other hand when i walked into six flags i about died there was a life size shaggy, shaggy from scooby doo my favorite tv show. and then when i was in the shops i couldnt believe my eyes all my favorite shows and characters were there frome scooby doo to batman to buggs bunny. it was like my childhood had been completed by this trip. that is only when i firsted walked it the gates. thats not to mention the scooby doo ride that i knew all over the shows villans in the ride which of course i was proud of and cant forget the hat i bought it was the big red monster gossumer from loony tunes. this was the best trip of my young life

"The Brown Wasps" Summary

Summary

Loren Eisley's "The Brown Wasps"

This story is about a man who planted a tree when he was a little boy.  Throughout his life, he imagined the tree as growing and still being where it was planted.  Everything around the tree may have changed, but he only saw the tree.

Because the image of the tree was his touchstone for his life as a child with his father, he could see how other creatures depended on their environment for stability.

The mouse counted on his field, even though at some point, man would take it away.  Once that happened, the mouse looked for a home that was similar to his field.

Pigeons that depended on the El for food had to leave to find more food but still came back when activity started up again.  They instinctively believed that activity meant food again.

As humans, we have a concept of life based on past experiences of people and family.  Even when those people are gone, we still seek the same type of environment.  The writer noticed that homeless people, even when close to death, would look for a place where there were other people.

The writer compared himself to wasps that come out early and then die because it’s too cold.  Instinct leads the wasps but, like the mouse, the pigeons, and even humans, instinct is not always for our benefit.         

Sensory Language

I’m sitting at a train station waiting for the train to arrive. I have the air conditioner blowing down the back of my neck. I’m freezing cold and I’m sick. I keep sneezing and coughing. At this point I want to pop a cough drop and then a pain pill. The head ache I’ve acquired makes me want to hit my head upon a table. The talking around me is making the vain in my head pulse. It’s like all the sounds are amplified. I can hear the people breathing like they’re behind me and that’s what’s making my neck cold.

There’s twenty minutes till my train will get here I grab my computer hoping it will distract me from movement I hear around me. I start typing, “ugh I hate my life, I why am I here.” There was a person that walked behind me.

“Well I assume your hear to catch a train,” he says. Great, I think, people are reading over my shoulder. I need some air, space, and no people. I write, “People shouldn’t be so nosey.” He frowns and marches away. “Ha-ha” I write, sneezing and pulling the beanie over my ears.

This feels like an eternity in a twenty minute format. I pull my water out of my bag and take a swig. Only it goes down the wrong pipe and I spit it all over the guy in front of me. I couldn’t swallow it and the poor guy looks in shock and who can blame him he has all my sick germs all over him. I sniffle this is not my day. I go over to apologies. “I’m sorry,” handing him a tissue for his face. Hoping he won't be mad. When I look at him water is head to toe, all over his clothes. He snags the tissue and sakes his head and say,” It’s all good I need to wash up anyway.” I smile trying to keep snot from dripping out my nose. “You can sit over here if you want you owe me.”

“You know I’m sick,” Obviously by my dripping nose.

“In that case you should be in quarantine with me, since you just spread your germs.” I try to look friendly since he’s being nice after me spitting water everywhere and I grab my stuff dragging my computer’s cord on the floor be hide me, nearly wrapping myself in it. Then falling in to the chair next to him, he offers me a drink, “Try not to choke this time.”

“No promises,” I say taking a drink noticing before hand how tired I’m getting. I’m practical lounging out in my chair now. Trying to hold my eyes open waiting for my train. Coolness wraps around me in a comforting way, I’m gone.

Next thing I know I’m waking up on my train. I have my computer next to me. I look at my keyboard then up to my screen and in a word document it say, “thanks for contamination call me for another visit to quarantine 421-245-8957.”

What an odd day I think as I blow my nose and start coughing.

"Shoot an Elephant" Summary

Summary

“Shoot an Elephant” by George Orwell 

            To “Shoot an Elephant” is about the writer when he was a sub-divisional police officer. He’s an Anlgo-Englishman stationed in Moulmein, Lower Burma.  He is hated by the small town that has been taken by imperialism.  He very much dislikes people having a bad opinion of him.

One day the sub-inspector calls him to tell him there is a ravaging elephant in the bazaar, destroying the town. He sets with a small gun that couldn’t kill an elephant. Meeting up with the sub-inspector and constables, they question the people about where the elephant went. No one gives them an answer of any legitimacy.  He thinks it’s a joke until he hears a lady telling children to get away from something. The police officer sees an Indian lying down in the mud. He is recently dead and has with an elephant’s foot print on his back.  After this, the writer sends for an elephant rifle.  Burmans come and tell him that the elephant is in the paddy fields, so he starts off down to the fields with the whole town following him.  They are excited about him killing the elephant, with only the gun to defend himself. When he gets to the elephant, he sees that it is hurting nothing, just tearing up grass. He thinks he should not kill the animal because he feels like he is like an expensive machine.

The native crowd at this moment liked him with the gun in his hands and it was everything to impress them. This is why he decides to shoot the elephant. It takes several shots and a long time for the elephant to die.  Some were upset and some were pleased, but he decided that now he wouldn’t look so stupid and now people would think better of him.

"the Lesson" Summary

Summary

 “the Lesson”  Toni Cade Bambara’s

The story is about a bunch of kids living in a lower class neighborhood.  They have a new neighbor moving in down the street. The children and their parents don’t think much of Miss Moore, the new neighbor. The parents humor her in trying to teach the children new things.

 

One day all the children met Miss Moore at a mail box. She puts them in a cab and takes them to FAO Schwarz; she has them start by looking in the windows of the store. At first they see a sail boat that costs $1,195.00. They start to wonder who could afford to buy a toy of that price. Miss Moore takes them in the store. The writer hesitates to enter the store but one of the other children, Mercedes had no problem entering.

 

The writer views the store with scorn because she can see the difference between her world and the world of the people that can afford what’s in the store. Later on they’re back at the mail box, Miss Moore asks about what they all thought of FAO Schwartz. Sugar, the writer’s friend pipes up and tells how she understands the lesson Miss Moore was trying to teach them.

 

The lesson is that there is more out in the world for them to obtain other than what they’re living in.

Free Write 9-4

so ive been snippy lately, mostly witg my mom and dad and my friend brittney. i cant really pin this to anything minus the stress lack of sleep and the amount of work im doing. so my idea to stop this would be some stress medication. but incerence is wacky so i really dont know if that will happen. anyway in view of the stress factor i have all my home work plus my job. also though eli got into a wreak on his motorcycle someone ran into the back of him that alone could make me a little crazy.

Where I'm From

Where I'm from

Free Write 8-28

 Free write how would i describe it. A waste of time or a good way to learn? Either way im doing it. Why is to day so sleepy? i just want to sleep all my cares away. i guess this will be my mornings from now on. Upon the randomness bc im not thinging of anything paticular the guy i sit by just got dropped for an unknown reason. i feel weird stating this. but i already felt werid about doing a free write so why not lets add something else. well well times up.

Free Write 8/23

So tired to much stress

Well good morning this is the third day of class for me. im not as nervoice as the the first day. All thought i almost got hit by a truck this morning. I wasnt driving my boy friend was. i had just woken him up so that he could take me to school. i have him do that so i dont have to worry about parking here. Anyway we were coming down chestnut and went to turn onto jefferson street. Well i guess he couldnt see there was a car coming or maybe he was distracted from being tired, i dont know. But i had my first almost died moment, in a literal since. My heart was thumping so hard i could feel it in my throat. im so glad that we didint get hit i dont know what i would have done.

Into

Hi, my name is Katie; I was born in St. Louis Missouri, January 8^th, 1994. I lived up there for a few years, and then my family and I moved to Republic.  I really wish I could have grown up in St. Louis, but want can you do. To make the most of my time here I like to draw, paint, oil pastel, cook, and bake. That’s pretty much what I did through high school; I just took all the art and cooking classes I could get my hands on. I graduated this last year from Republic’s High School and now that I’m at    OTC I’m going for culinary arts. My plan is to be a caterer and own my own business. Whether here in Springfield or in some big city. While waiting for that to happen I work at Honey Heaven “Bee-Stro” Café a couple days a week and at Silver Dollar City once a week. Yes, I wear the stupid old fashion dress. I also hang out with my friends a lot. We spend most of our time at my friend Thunder’s, seeing movies, or were heading to Branson.  I like to see most movies. Whether super hero, action, drama, science fiction, comedy, or suspense. When I’m in Branson I like going to the lake and the Branson Landing. Somewhere in there Taco Bell gets fit in for dinner. Between work, hanging out with my friends, and now school, I am almost never home. That’s cool thought such is life, que sera, sera.