The Holocaust

An assignment in my College Business Apps class is to fill out 6 scholarships.  I've found one that I'm really stoked about doing.  It's a Holocaust Remembrance Essay.  I've always wanted to learn more about The Holocaust.  It's always been a topic in about every english class since junior high, but I always feel disatisfied with the information given.  So I went to the library and checked out some books on The Holocaust and Darfur, because part of the requirements is to make The Holocaust relevant and explain why it is so important to remember it.  I'm currently completely engulfed in the book Night by Elie Weisel.  It's so amazing I can't hardly put it down.  It's very rare that a book catches my attention like that.  It's definately a hard read but I think it's important to remember the Holocaust, and feel sad about it.  It was an incredibly tragic event in history.  I can't say I like the feeling it gives me to think about the millions of people that died, I can't say anybody likes it.  It's just something real, something that happened.  I always remember in 8th grade I had the most amazing english teacher.  Her name was Ms. English.  Haha she was amazing and when we learned about the Holocuast she had this incredibly dispriting illustration.  She had a bucket of metal marbles and she slowly drained them to another bucket.  She did this several times, it lasted about twenty minutes if I remember correctly.  It really hit home for a lot of people and some students couldn't handle it and they had to leave.  The marbles were representing the lives taken.  Of course twenty minutes of this couldn't even begin to do justice to the death of the Holocaust, but that was part of the reason it was so dismal.  The illustration was so long, yet it wasn't even long enough.  A while ago I went to see Anne Frank with my friend Kirstin.  It was a school production, but it was done very well.  We have a good drama team at school.  I cried at the end.  It always takes my breath away to think that Anne Frank was still able to see the good in people even after everything she went through, everything her family went through, her people.  I'm ready to submerge myself in the events of the Holocaust and feel sad.  I'm ready to write a kick butt paper and make my parents proud, because I feel like I've let them down with my crappy grades.  I've let myself down.  

"It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart."