Tuesday, October 30, 2012

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

Thursday, October 25, 2012

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

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

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

Sunday, October 21, 2012

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?”

 

Thursday, October 18, 2012

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

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

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

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

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.”

Thursday, October 4, 2012

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.

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

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