When I finished to book I was extremely upset. I wasn’t sure how to act on my feelings, like I know I wouldn’t know what I would do in Elie’s shoes, but I find it very hard to believe I would abandon my father in his time of need... near death. I know I wouldn’t know what I would do I know I probably would be thinking the same thing if I were him, but I’m sure he never thought he’d ever do it either, it just goes to show how much Elie truly lost himself in those 3 years of constant torture, and abuse. It was a great book, the ending upset me (clearly) but it was a good way to end it I suppose. The entire book was good, it really gave you an insight on the book, and made me feel like I could completely see and feel everything as though I were there with Elie and his father. I feel like the overall theme of the book was identity loss, Elie lost himself in those 3 years of being held captive in all of those camps, bouncing from one to the next, only thing most important to him was getting his ration of food everyday, living, and his father. Once his father died, he felt his life no longer had meaning, that he no longer needed to live anymore, because the only person truly ever there for him was his father and a few friends here and there. He wasn’t the same boy he was when he went into those camps, but no one could be after they saw the things they saw. Who could ever be the same after something like that?
After this project, I really feel like I have a whole other standpoint on life, it taught me that if someone is trouble, to always stand up and say something, because, its hard to say someone else could do something, and not do anything at all to try and stop something terrible from happening. It taught me to always stay true to myself, and how in certain situations, to always have hope in something, find something to hold on to and always love it because in the end of something petrifying, thats going to be the only thing forcing you to hold on to life. This project is important for teenagers our age to go through, because they get a whole new standpoint on things they never would have even thought twice about, like having a meal every day or life being the gift it is, having a home, a roof over their heads etc. I want to send a final thank you to the people who have been reading our class’s blog. Its important to always get feedback on things like this. Thank you.
You are very good at being insightful. You have tried to understand the characters and have also related their experiences to your own life, and you recognize that you can't really know how someone in that position might feel. Your idea for always having hope and for being thankful for what you have will be very helpful to you and to everyone around you as you go through life. Keep up the great work!
ReplyDeleteI definitely agree with your theme of identity loss, I think between all the anger and fear, that was something that they could almost all relate on. You mention how after Elie's father dying he kind of lost all he had besides himself. I agree with that too because I still wonder what after his family dying gave him the motivation to go on and keep living his life after all that. Also like you said "who could ever be the same?" I really don't think anyone could and that's part of why it's so important to educate people anyway we can on the events of the holocaust. These blogs are a really good way to do that, and I think it's really good how kids our age can discuss it like that. I really think you did a good job on your post because I feel its very insightful and I could understand where you were coming from with your thoughts.
ReplyDeleteI agree with you 100%. Teenagers our age should read or at least acknowledge the things that have happened in the past. The pain teens our age went through back then, and how we should be so thankful we live the lives we do now. Teenagers now only complain about how they don't want to go to school and how they think they don't have any freedom. We have the up most freedom compared to how they had it in the camps. They couldn't go out with friends. They couldn't go to school. They couldn't even be themselves. They had absolutely no freedom, and we complain because our parents won't let us do something to simple and pointless. Also, I agree as well on the part you stated, "He wasn’t the same boy he was when he went into those camps, but no one could be after they saw the things they saw. Who could ever be the same after something like that?" I have seen and gone through a lot in my life so far, but I simply can not imagine what they must have been forced to see every single day they lived in those camps. If I can't even stand seeing an animal's death, I highly doubt I would be able to stand what they saw.
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