film unfinished

The film unfinished was created by the Nazis for the suspected use of propaganda against the Jewish people. The movie showed major contrast between the higher class Jewish communities to the begging part of the community. Even when I was watching I caught myself thinking of how these people could just walk by and not help their fellow man, but then I remember that most the scenes were staged. The documentary was very moving in another aspect because before I couldn’t even imagine what they had went through. Even now after the movie I can’t imagine because it only showed what the Germans wanted us to see so allot of it was fake. The living conditions were so horrendous and I don’t understand how anyone could keep motivation for living and keep their appearances up. I would go into a deep depression and probably try and fight back. The Nazis that were sent to film the ghettos had to know what they were doing when they were tapping some of the drastic differences. I think they are just afraid to admit the truth to the camera and the world now.

I have such mixed emotions toward how things went down, and I don’t understand how a whole community could be rounded up and shoved into a town only guarded by a handful of Germans. If that would of happened now a days or in the u.s we would rise against and fight back. Why didn’t they fight back when there were so many cooped together? Were they just too terrified or were they to passive maybe I just have had a different life style and I have higher expectations for myself.  Also what’s not told in the movie is that the Jewish community was promised work and better conditions so maybe that’s why they were so passive, but overall the movie is very graphic. Sometimes humiliating for what they have the Jewish peoples do in the staged scenes. I really didn’t want to finish the movie because the emotions it caused and just how horrifying to think that this took place not to long ago.

free wright 3-20-13

Iv found myself being overwhelmed with all this homework and school work. when i started out i had really good grades and gradually they have all slipped away. i feel very frustrated because i put my heart into everything i do and it turns out its not as good as i thought it was so i kinda loose the urge to keep trying and its jsut getting to me. lucky thing is that my computer teacher was so understanding he gave me the chance to make up the week i had missed so i hope that will bring me up some points. then going in to my descriptive essay it sucked to see 68 on my paper....a d REALLY. but ill see it when he hands it back today, i just had a shitty time in English in high school barely passing with a d but now i strive to be better than i was in high school. maybe im over working myself i have no downtime and im always either working, school, homework or doing the military thing. on top of trying to figure the wedding out and saving as much money as i can to put towards all of that. who knows maybe im not cut out for school or cut opt to have a degree maybe i should just have a certification in some of  my many skills. im freaked out to do the research paper now bc i wasn't comfortable writing the descriptive essay and iv never written a research paper either so i just don't want to receive a horrible grade on that paper as well.
 what else can you do besides keep on pushing and walking no mater the ruts you find yourself in bc there will always be a time when you can get yourself out, you just have to keep a calm mind and systematically figure it all out. when all else fails my mind switches into logical thinking mode and trys to figure its way out of that situation

Malka Baran survivor testimony (Shawn Stacye)

malka baran was born in warsaw poland on jan 30th of 1927, and moved to transelhoovah at the age of 1.
she spent most of her child hood in that city, her and 3 other lived in a 1 bedroom apartment above her dads printing shop. she attended one of the higher class school because her aunt was the secretary for the school. they would go back to warsaw to visit family and she found a love for opera, and not to long after warsaw and translehoovah was converted into the ghettos. in the summer of 44 early in the morning they were woken up by germans, her parents stuffed as much gold as they could on there body's before being marched into the market where they were seperated. her mother and brother were taken on the opposite line and were shipped to a treblanca. malka and her father was shipped off to a metal factory that sorted shells and cleaned them up. she developed a memory block to protect her from all the bad memory's  her friend filled her in with most of the information she doesn't remember. her father and brothers were taken to work on the rail road lines and were shot in the back so she never saw them again.
 she stayed in cabins with other workers and they slept on bunks of wood stacked 3 high and had no covers or anything to keep them warm. she always loved little kids and they had a little boy that hid out in there room because his mother was their maid. she said he was her savior because she got to play with him and tech him, when she became sick she had to leave the barracks. she was put into the sick ward and contracted typhoid ass well as the skin disease. the Jewish doctor was able ot cure her and send her back to the room she was originally in. she as in the camp for 2 1/2 years before being rescued by the Russian army. but she was afraid of the army so her and some girls hid in a apartment fining for themselves. they had a neighbor that was in the Russian army, he a a Jewish Russian soldier and took a liking to malka. he swore to take her home to his wife, but the army had to move out and he couldn't take her. he sent a lt. back to bring her to where he was based out of and she started working for the Russian army peeling potatoes in the kitchen. they started to attend school again but the kids were not nice because the way the dressed so they decided to never go back.
      The jewish soldier had to leave again and the commander wouldnt let them go with him because they could be spys so after he left malka and the girls decided to leave the army and go on a train back to poland. they were intercepted aking to join the jewish group for people who didnt have homes. so she left and she arrived to isreal with fake papers and on the beach her name was called. a relative had found her and set her to be picked up by a friend. she stayed with the friend for awhile, and met her husband there and after marriage they moved to new york. they had 2 kids and she started at a school teaching, she now has 6t grand kids and 1 of her daughter moved to isreal to study the holocaust. this experience has made her a deeper person

free wright 3-6-13

iv been slipping on classes lately,and iv even cut back on the days i work so i could have more time. i guess with planning a wedding and school mixed in with work is still allot. its getting harder to find my free time to spend snuggled up on  unless its at 12 at night and by that point im dog tired. but this is my first semester so im not really use to it yet and after this all i have are 3 left so small time discomfort for long term gain

free wright 3-4-13

Taylor and i went to marshfield to look at wedding venue 481 and it is simply breath taking even in the snow. like Taylor says shes only getting married once so who cares about the price...i do, but i cant tell her that. iv been married before so maybe that's why i have such a type grip on my wallet now a days. on the way down to marshfield we came across the house that was burning and i just couldn't imagine watching all my belongings and my house going up in flames. when i was seven my apartment building caught on fire so all my clothes and toys burnt but i wasn't around that weekend so i didn't get the full affect. so the lady who owns the venue is giving a hundred dollars off for a military discount and she is so laid back. Taylor keeps adding and adding to the bill, it started off with a cheap wedding venue and then went into eighteen hundred for just the venue. five hundred for a D.J. and im just thinking i can save that money by hooking an ipod up ugh. then eight hundred for food, she keeps coming up with more rentals plates glasses photographers. god i going to need a loan

descriptive essay

Shawn Stacye

Mr. Neuburger

English comp 101 101

February 29^th 2013

My Engagement

This all started with everyone and their mother getting married, and posting about it on Facebook where Taylor could see it. She had been dropping hints left and right for a few months now, but every time I would get ready to propose she would do something that just made me stop and think is this really what I want to do. It could be something as simple as throwing a fit about us not being engaged already to just being the head strong redhead she naturally is. Recently I have come to the conclusion that I think I am ready to take the plunge again, my first marriage was not the best thing in the world and kind of spoiled me to the whole being with someone for the rest of your life idea. But Taylor had opened my eyes and my heart to the thought again, and I want to do it right this time. My first marriage I didn’t even get to propose or say I do, she kind of just pressured me into it and then the pasture messed the vows up, Hmmm here is your sign.

            Taylor started a couple months ago planning things out and making comments that all I need to do is just grow some balls and actually pop the question, so I got the hint loud and clear. We looked up rings on websites for nights on end, but I quickly came to the realization that she is a very particular taste. We continued to research and I finally pinned the style of ring she liked, I still had to stay with in a set price range though maybe that’s why it took me awhile to find one that just called out her name. We had stumbled onto the Zale’s website and she found it, the perfect one and it was one the home page too. She quickly retracted the statement when the price had popped up, The Vera Wang series started out at 7000$ and I snickered at the thought of me paying for a ring that cost more than my car did. She continued to go through their website entering in all the specific criteria’s she wanted and I got to input the price range this time, she started to lose hope in finding one when she arrived at page seven. The perfect halo/solitaire diamond in the middle and she had found it in my price range, she decided not to stop just to make sure she wouldn’t pass on any others. Taylor always came back to this one every time we would pull up the website, I wasn’t the biggest fan of it because the solitaire diamond was only 1/5^th CT but since it was a halo style it looked allot bigger than it actually was.

            We both had off together the next day so we decided she would like to try it on and see how proportionate it was on her hand, when we arrived at the store a sales associate didn’t waste any time brining us over to cases to show her some rings. I pulled out my phone to show her the picture and said this is what we would like to see, she complimented our choice and took us to the Vera Wang counter. I said oh no that’s defiantly not one of those, she glanced at me with this awkward look and asked really? I explained the price so she just had to look it up herself and sure enough there it was, not anything close to what she had thought it was because of the diamonds on the side but she was still taken back at the beauty or that’s what she told us. It turned out to be an online item only and she reassured me to purchase it at the store so when it came in she had a chance to try it on and if she didn’t like the item I could use the money as in store credit on something else. The sales associate took Taylor over to the display cases again to show her the size of the diamond and a ring that resembled it so she could get a feel for the ring and the band that went along with it. She found a couple other rings that she said she kind of liked but none really stood out screaming pick me pick me, I had to wait on buying it any ways for my taxes to get in so she wrote down a couple numbers on her card so I could make sure I came back to the one she had seen. As we were walking away she stopped us and asked me what type of ring I was into and of course I spouted off a black tire tread because my heart runs off of oil not blood. She smiled and said come back just a second and look at this, she pulled out of a case a Teflon coated z rated tread titanium ring and said for us it would only cost 175 and if she wanted it engraved it would be only 25 more. That was so much cheaper than the ones we found online so Taylor knew where to come back for my ring now, I would have been fine with the Walmart black ring but Taylor wasn’t.

            We left the shop and went home for the night a couple days later I get an email saying my taxes are already done and due to be in my account tomorrow, I waited and sure enough there it was in my account. I left work a little early to arrive at Zale’s and nothing jumped out, I just know it has to be a specific ring I can’t come home with just any ring. I left the store a little down hearted and disappointed but I knew when the time is right I would know it, so I took the long way home to help cheer me up. I stopped in at my buddy’s pawn shop on Glenstone to look through his stock of systems, and still no luck on finding something I’m sold on, god I must be really picky today. All of a sudden this urge came over me to look at the jewelry. There it was glistening in the glass show case second shelf down in the second jewelry display, it was the ring I had been looking for. Better yet it even had a band to go with it, I had to see it, and so I had Dan pull it out of the case. I was expecting it to go for a thousand plus but when he read off the price and then included my discount I couldn’t say no. it was like the scene in Harry Potter where he took the liquid luck serum and footsteps appeared showing him the way

            He pulled out his monocle and asked me to look the diamond over, I didn’t know what I was doing but he walked me through the process and what to look for. I couldn’t find any imperfections, all I could see were beautiful colors reflecting from the lights. He also measured the center stone and it turned out to be two times bigger than the one I was going to get but for half the price with a bigger total weight.  I took some photos of the ring and sent them to Taylor like I did all the other rings and played it off like I had passed on the deal. She immediately called me to tell me she really liked that one, she fell in love with it, that I should get it, and I told her I had to wait because I had already left. The rest of the night I spent in class went by so quick, I guess I was so eager to give the ring to her even though I knew I needed to wait. When I got home I could tell she had not had and enjoyable day with her client, which made me, decide to give her the Valentine’s Day presents early in hopes it would cheer her up. It did for a little while but she still wasn’t as happy as I felt she should be so I thought I would play a little joke with a ring box. I wrote on a piece of paper and put it in the empty ring box and acted like I was going to propose to her, she called me a dick when she read the paper but had a good little laugh.

                        She had looked out the window and had me come over to look at the snow falling, it was a beautiful cloud of white. The perfect snow and I took that as a sign because I knew her dream was to be proposed to in the snow, I really wish I would have had time to ask her father first but when it feels right I just have to go with it. I sent a text to my little niece letting her know what I was planning on and where to meet me at, she did without hesitation. Taylor and I went on a ride to get ice cream, halfway through the drive we came to fast night where we had our first date at. She glanced at me with this questioning look, I explained that I just had this feeling we should go on a walk. This one lamp in the middle of the park cast a spot on this gorgeous area of snow, simply breath taking spot. The snowflakes were falling ever so slowly onto the soft surface of a park bench, I stopped her and that moment I told her how much I loved her and how it took a million people to make a world but only one to make mine and that was her. I knew my niece was hiding behind a tree, I seen her footsteps off in the distance. I got down on one knee and came up with a speech off of the top of my head, to explain what she does for me and why I want to marry her.

            She started crying and said yes, her answer rang out like a single ray of sun light shining through the clouds after a Sunday shower storm. Cheyenne came out from behind a tree taking photos of her special moment, something she said she would always cherish. On our way home she had already posted the pictures on to Facebook and received over fifteen comments at eleven thirty at night. Now comes the extensive planning’s and let’s not forget the apology to her father for not asking him first.