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
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
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

Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Free Write 10-16

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.”

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

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