U.S. + Great Britain + France + Soviet Union VS. Germany + Japan + Italy
Other countries that joined the Allies (Britain's side) include Greece, Australia, Denmark, and many others.
Other countries that joined the Axis Powers (Germany) are Hungary and Romania.
So this isn't the normal type of blog I write but I would really appreciate a discussion on this topic. We all know the general details of the Holocaust. Some of us that have studied it know a little bit more than others but I'd like everyone to comment. It does not take too much in-depth knowledge to be able to answer these questions.
Many of the Jews that Hitler had rounded up were taken to death camps in Poland. One of these death camps was Auschwitz, the largest Nazi concentration camp, which was located outside of the Polish city of Oswiecim. Why do you think Poland was chosen as the location of these camps?
And finally: If you were a Jewish person living in Germany during this time period, what actions would you have taken?
“The Tell-Tale Heart”.Edgar Allan Poe’s short story of insanity and murder…. or is it?Is the narrator of the story really sane or has he gone mad?Did he really kill the old man or was he just hallucinating?Stay tuned for the answer…..
And we’re back.According to my thinking, the narrator (let’s call him Timmy) is completely, utterly, stark raving mad.I mean, just bonkers.Daft, as the Brits would say.First off, he starts by defending his sanity.That’s questionable but not something that would alone condemn him as crazy.Then, he tells us why he wanted to kill the old man (Rico!).It’s not like Rico ever did anything wrong to the narrator.“He had never given me insult,” says Timmy.But THAT EYE.That darn orb of non-sight that occupies the old man’s facial gap (that’s a really weird sentence, I know).How many people do you know that plan a murder because they don’t like someone’s eye?Cuckoo….
So the speaker goes about his murdering bidness and gets all cozy with the old man.But at night, when the rats scurry, and the bugs crawl, and security guards sleep on the job, Timmy carefully opens the door and shines a light on THE EYE.Unfortunately for him (or fortunately for Rico as it were), THE EYE is closed.Therefore he has no incentive the kill him.
But one night, Timmy goes into Rico’s room, and Rico awakens!Timmy tried to be stealthy and wait for Rico to fall asleep again but he doesn’t.So Timmy shines a sliver of light at the man.THE EYE!!!!!That sight sets him off. This is where my next point comes in.If Timmy were sane, he would have had a continual longing to kill the old man.Not a stuttering, iffy, “eh, I’ll do it tomorrow” sort of desire.Alas, insanity.So then he kills Rico, el loco.
When the police appear, Timmy is ecstatic.Hey, he did a great job of hiding the body.Why shouldn’t he be proud of himself?But that heart.It beats….and beats…louder…..LOUDER!And it’s all in his head.That’s what I believe.Either Timmy is imagining the beating of Rico’s heart or he’s just hearing his own heart.I believe that his ranting is all in his head, too.No policemen would just sit there chatting while a man goes loony.Then Timmy’s barely-existent hold on self control snaps and he pulls up the floor boards, revealing the remains of Rico.I doubt this was out of guilt though.It was just to stop the persistent imaginary beating of Rico’s corazon.
Graffin was different than others his age because he was a “punk”.He saw this group as the ones that were rebellious and outsiders.The “rock ‘n’ rollers” didn’t like them and labeled them outcasts.But Graffin just found solace in being with others like him.That is somewhat like me.
As I’ve said before in class or on my blog, I listen to the Jo Bros, Paramore, System of a Down, Vampire Weekend, etc.I like music similar to these bands (I just realized I don’t listen to many individual artists).So I tend to befriend people who listen to the same types of music.Because of the bands I pay attention to, I guess I sort of dress like them (?).Then under that thinking I also hang out with people that dress like me.
So music has shaped my tastes and somewhat defined my personality.My personality and likes/dislikes lead to the people that I like to spend time with.The people I spend time with lead me to other music that I may like.It’s like a never ending circle. It's like the circle... of life........
The library stands tall and sun-drowned across the street from a fire station.The beige building is small for a library but is large enough to hold many memories for three of the middle school children within.
Marco sits across from two girls.He spikes his dark hair up and wears blue contacts but it is easy to see that he is of Hispanic descent.Across the dark wood table is Krystal.Even sitting down, she is shorter than both of her companions but still solidly built.The third child, me, sits next to Krystal.Her face is prepared to smile, as she certainly will soon, for a grin is never far away when she is with her best friends.Her hands rests on the intimidating pile of books stacked on the table in front of her.
Since my two friends seemed content to just sit and stare, I went back to perusing the small section that was the young adult area of the library.I would see an interesting title or an intriguing splash of color and pull the book out for further inspection.Look at the front cover, back cover, inside cover, make a decision: not good enough.Then I would continue my quest for the best fiction novels (often vampyre themed) I could find.
When I had collected two more books, I returned to the table my friends were sitting at.They looked at me, at the books in my hands, at each other, and rolled their eyes.They know me so well.That’s when my other best friend, Jake, joined the table.He’s a werewolf and knows I have a fascination with vampyre books, but he doesn’t mind.As long as I never say that Edward is better than Jacob, he is content to leave me alone.
According to the myths in movies and novels, werewolves are always tall, muscular, and can barely contain their anger.Those are all LIES.Jake is about the same height as me, soft-looking, and generally very goofy.REAL werewolves don’t LOOK like werewolves.
“Hey!” he greeted us.Everyone within a 10 foot radius glanced over at us as if to say “This is a library”.I hit him and whispered to him to sit down. For once, he actually did what I said.
As I told Krystal about the books that I’d chosen, Marco and Jake stared neutrally at each other.They didn’t have the best relationship.“I’m hungry.Can we go eat?”I looked at my other two friends and they shrugged.So I checked out the books that I had, whilst making pleasant conversation with the librarian (everyone who works at that particular library knows me).Then my friends and I headed out into the warm May evening air.
The trees were once again leafy after hibernating and seagulls flew overhead, although the library was not actually near the lake.Or a sea.Smells of fried chicken wings and fries drifted over the business/house lined street of Chicago Avenue.I was looking behind me to see if the Sears tower was visible from that position.That is when Jake proceeded to trip me.Werewolves are so unmanageable.
When I ripped (rip) my pants,
I thought that I had everybody on my side,
But I went and blew it all sky-high.
And now she won't even spare a passing glance
All just because I (rip) ripped my pants. When big Larry came 'round just to put him down,
Spongebob turned into a clown,
And no girl ever wants to dance
With a fool who went and (rip) ripped his pants. I know I shouldn't mope around, I shouldn't curse,
But the pain feels so much worse.
'Cause windin' up with no one is a lot less fun
Than a burn from the sun or sand in your buns. Now I learned a lesson I won't soon forget,
So listen and you won't regret,
Be true to yourself, don't miss your chance,
And you won't end up like the fool who ripped his pants. (rip)
Figured out who this song is by yet? Why, Spongeybobby of course! He is a master musician/singer and deserves to be recognized. This song, "Ripped Pants", is all about feeling ignored by your friends. So you act stupid to get a few laughs, a few hahas. Eventually, the attention can go to your head and you just... rip your pants. But when you take things that far, people start to turn their backs on you. I think we can all relate to ripped pants.
P.S. I knew all the words to this song before I googled them. I regret nothing.
I know that many of you will be surprised that I’m not doing a Jonas Brothers or Paramore or Vampire Weekend song.Well, Vampire Weekend’s songs make no sense and I WAS going to do a Paramore song.But thanks to an unnamed individual (Shiloh), I will be doing a System of a Down song instead.Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I love CHOP SUEY!!!!!! The deciphering begins…..
Wake up Grab a brush and put a little makeup Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (Hide the scars to fade away the) Why'd you leave the keys upon the table? Here you go create another fable
Voila, the first verse-thingamajiggy.As you might be able to tell, the speaker at the moment seems violent and controlling. The person being spoken to has scars, and the command to hide them leads you to think that the speaker caused them.“Why’d you leave the keys up on the table?” encourages that idea of controlling.This whole section makes me think that the song is about physical abuse.The next part of the songs repeats but the phrase “you wanted to” is added after every line.This phrase makes it seem like the speaker is blaming the abused for anything that might have happened (ex. “You wanted me to slap you!”).
I don't think you trust In my
Self righteous suicide I cry when angels deserve to die
This is the hardest part of the song to decode (Paramore reference, whoo!!).But when looked at it from the perspective of abuse, it makes more sense.The abused person might literally be speaking about committing suicide. Or, he/she believes that letting themselves be abused is somehow righteous or a good deed.Perhaps, he/she loves the person that is abusing them and would rather suffer than turn that person in to the police.The part about crying when angels deserve to die means… I have no idea.The song repeats the first two parts again.Then it’s:
Father, father, father, father Father into your hands, I commend my spirit Father into your hands Why have you forsaken me?
Here we have Bible reference to when Jesus was crucified.Using this particular reference gives the notion that the person doing the abusing is the father of the abuse.
In your eyes forsaken me In your thoughts forsaken me In your heart forsaken me, oh
Just reinforcing the afore mentioned Bible reference. The abusive father has completely neglected and abandoned his child. Tragic….
