<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319</id><updated>2011-12-22T20:43:23.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-5574780205936415322</id><published>2010-10-28T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:41:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yosef Neuhaus: Arrival and Daily Life in Auschwitz-Birkenau during the H...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/Z1YpFs0cjQU/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1YpFs0cjQU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1YpFs0cjQU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-5574780205936415322?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5574780205936415322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=5574780205936415322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5574780205936415322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5574780205936415322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/10/yosef-neuhaus-arrival-and-daily-life-in.html' title='Yosef Neuhaus: Arrival and Daily Life in Auschwitz-Birkenau during the H...'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-3370567040144403915</id><published>2010-05-12T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:57:29.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Project, 2010</title><content type='html'>The Memorial Project this year was shirts with each student's Living On person on it.  The kids came up with this because they felt that Holocaust remembrance is two-fold;  to educate so that it doesn't happen again, as well as to keep the stories living on.  These kids felt that these shirts would prompt people to ask for details, thus allowing them a chance to both educate as well as keep their survivor's story alive by telling it.  I was very proud of this idea.  The shirts had a photo of their Living On survivor on the front, as well as the words "NEVER AGAIN" and "Living On".  The back had the name, the birthdate, and the location/situation during the Holocaust.  It also included a quote from that person's story.  Loved it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zXL_JYa1I/AAAAAAAACUM/lgD6VfpbQpI/s1600/DSC04501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zXL_JYa1I/AAAAAAAACUM/lgD6VfpbQpI/s400/DSC04501.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470984248277625682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zWqG8sdTI/AAAAAAAACUE/jnoZUeIqe8Y/s1600/DSC04500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zWqG8sdTI/AAAAAAAACUE/jnoZUeIqe8Y/s400/DSC04500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470983666256344370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zWAFMHfrI/AAAAAAAACT8/veT1h3pBGvc/s1600/DSC04498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zWAFMHfrI/AAAAAAAACT8/veT1h3pBGvc/s400/DSC04498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470982944229654194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zRRlAtC1I/AAAAAAAACTk/m4UsWKSk8hM/s1600/DSC04495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zRRlAtC1I/AAAAAAAACTk/m4UsWKSk8hM/s400/DSC04495.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470977747271355218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zOouEiUlI/AAAAAAAACTc/OP72n2vwOLM/s1600/DSC04494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zOouEiUlI/AAAAAAAACTc/OP72n2vwOLM/s400/DSC04494.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470974846305456722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-3370567040144403915?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3370567040144403915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=3370567040144403915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3370567040144403915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3370567040144403915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='Memorial Project, 2010'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S-zXL_JYa1I/AAAAAAAACUM/lgD6VfpbQpI/s72-c/DSC04501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-4142382969758362277</id><published>2010-05-03T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T18:29:23.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Blew It.</title><content type='html'>There are so many great break-up lines, and so many of them could fit here.  However, the one I am going to use is simply, "It's not you.  It's me."  I have been, quite honestly, way too busy this semester with school stuff and the blog was one of the casualties of my busy semester.  I am sorry for that, because this is one way I truly love interacting with you and the subject matter.  It is what is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I can say one thing for certain-- although I love to interact with you and the subject matter through the blog, I did not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; it this semester.  You guys have been a model Holocaust Literature class.  You are lovely, pleasant people, and I have had such great experiences with you this semester.  You are focused, and most importantly, you are interactive.  You appear to be interested in what we are doing and, I hope, you are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GETTING&lt;/span&gt; it.  You see the connections between the class and life, and hopefully are better people &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; it.  I have had such an amazing time teaching this class this semester and I am so grateful that each and every one of you chose to take it.  I feel like I have learned so much from you, as well.  I thank each of you who had been in my classes in the past and still elected to put up with me again :) and I thank those of you who knew nothing of me to take a chance on me.  I sincerely hope you feel, as I do, that this class is such a beneficial one to prevent the travesties of the Holocaust from happening again, and to learn the dangers of the silent bystander.  Seniors, I wish you the best in your futures.  I know that I will hear wonderful and amazing successes from each of you.  Juniors, you have one more year... make it count.  And don't forget where room 222 is, and come see me sometime!  I am excited to see some of you in AP next year as well.  I love you all, and I hope everything good comes your way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mrs. Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-4142382969758362277?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4142382969758362277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=4142382969758362277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4142382969758362277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4142382969758362277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-blew-it.html' title='I Blew It.'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-107242195606295102</id><published>2010-02-19T20:59:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:00:07.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lmM9EEpI/AAAAAAAABN4/55WycIRV720/s1600-h/securedownload-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lmM9EEpI/AAAAAAAABN4/55WycIRV720/s400/securedownload-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304648380587446930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in the same email as what's below.  It is very striking to me. Talk a little bit about what this picture says to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-107242195606295102?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/107242195606295102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=107242195606295102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/107242195606295102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/107242195606295102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/02/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lmM9EEpI/AAAAAAAABN4/55WycIRV720/s72-c/securedownload-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-885713395793729915</id><published>2010-02-19T20:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:59:40.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lAdPw9nI/AAAAAAAABNw/3H_qHrX6js0/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lAdPw9nI/AAAAAAAABNw/3H_qHrX6js0/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304647732125824626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email with this in it.  Any thoughts?  (If it's too small to read, just click on it and it will put it in another window, larger.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-885713395793729915?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/885713395793729915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=885713395793729915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/885713395793729915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/885713395793729915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/02/cartoon.html' title='Cartoon'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lAdPw9nI/AAAAAAAABNw/3H_qHrX6js0/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-6527600292778488364</id><published>2010-02-19T20:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:59:16.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrcAs3BI/AAAAAAAABMY/NbxxOwN92Yg/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrcAs3BI/AAAAAAAABMY/NbxxOwN92Yg/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301246581552241682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrbqow_I/AAAAAAAABMQ/T7tfr2-pWEU/s1600-h/2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrbqow_I/AAAAAAAABMQ/T7tfr2-pWEU/s400/2625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301246581459698674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrZ7WLjI/AAAAAAAABMI/jllrplcfMIE/s1600-h/2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrZ7WLjI/AAAAAAAABMI/jllrplcfMIE/s400/2623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301246580992912946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrNSvgjI/AAAAAAAABMA/6vDsD67tUFY/s1600-h/2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrNSvgjI/AAAAAAAABMA/6vDsD67tUFY/s400/2614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301246577601380914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We studied a lot of different examples of Nazi propaganda in class today.  I am posting a few examples on here, but not all.  Which of the anti-Semitic examples of Nazi propaganda did you feel was the most "effective" for the Nazi idealogy?  Which ones struck you the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-6527600292778488364?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6527600292778488364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=6527600292778488364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6527600292778488364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6527600292778488364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/02/propaganda.html' title='Propaganda'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrcAs3BI/AAAAAAAABMY/NbxxOwN92Yg/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-6115491511998248811</id><published>2010-02-08T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:44:13.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of February 8</title><content type='html'>Well, friends, we are just a touch behind on our calendar.  We will try to get caught up this week, so part of this might be shifted slightly.  Wasn't it worth it, though, for you to have that snow day?!?!?!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 2/8&lt;br /&gt;Judaism discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 2/9&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda, E and R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 2/10&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda/ Weimar Republic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 2/11&lt;br /&gt;OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;(Parent conferences 12-7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 2/12&lt;br /&gt;OFF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-6115491511998248811?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6115491511998248811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=6115491511998248811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6115491511998248811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6115491511998248811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/02/week-of-february-8.html' title='Week of February 8'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1560482270159652437</id><published>2010-01-30T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:26:23.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of February 1</title><content type='html'>I hope you all enjoyed your slightly extended weekend!  I also hope you have a wonderful and productive week this week!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 2/1&lt;br /&gt;Watch "Image Before My Eyes", answering questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 2/2&lt;br /&gt;Watch "Swing Kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 2/3&lt;br /&gt;Finish "Swing Kid"&lt;br /&gt;Discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 2/4&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 2/5&lt;br /&gt;Judaism Discussion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1560482270159652437?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1560482270159652437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1560482270159652437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1560482270159652437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1560482270159652437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-of-february-1.html' title='Week of February 1'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-8239162190980961760</id><published>2010-01-22T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:11:46.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of January 25</title><content type='html'>This week, we are going to start connecting to the historical context.  Our main purpose this week is to start to see the life of Jews prior to 1933.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 1/25&lt;br /&gt;Finish "Fiddler"&lt;br /&gt;Discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 1/26&lt;br /&gt;Research in library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, 1/27&lt;br /&gt;Research in library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 1/28&lt;br /&gt;Further research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 1/29&lt;br /&gt;Share and Discuss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-8239162190980961760?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8239162190980961760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=8239162190980961760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8239162190980961760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8239162190980961760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-of-january-25.html' title='Week of January 25'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-8246012528747224198</id><published>2010-01-22T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:55:24.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Fiddler" and Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S1m8WMtUmsI/AAAAAAAACKo/QBLXuBm5lL4/s1600-h/134679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S1m8WMtUmsI/AAAAAAAACKo/QBLXuBm5lL4/s320/134679.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429577915326307010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What specific aspects of the movie do you think best illustrated the familial relationships and traditions that are so important in Jewish culture?  Do you think those two elements benefitted the Jews during the Holocaust or did they benefit their destroyers?  In other words, would close family ties and a strong sense of tradition have helped the Jews survive the Holocaust or would they have instead served to make them more vulnerable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-8246012528747224198?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8246012528747224198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=8246012528747224198' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8246012528747224198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8246012528747224198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/01/fiddler-and-traditions.html' title='&quot;Fiddler&quot; and Traditions'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/S1m8WMtUmsI/AAAAAAAACKo/QBLXuBm5lL4/s72-c/134679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-7005660960310524099</id><published>2010-01-19T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:27:34.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forty+ Years Later, One Year Later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeX3ougaGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aM1eNROK4ho/s1600-h/capt.photo_1232488016513-1-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeX3ougaGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aM1eNROK4ho/s400/capt.photo_1232488016513-1-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293866869078386786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090120/ap_on_go_pr_wh/inauguration_obama_text"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090120/ap_on_go_pr_wh/inauguration_obama_text"&gt;Inauguration '09&lt;/a&gt;  The above text is hyper-linked to the transcript of President Obama's Inaugural speech from a year ago.  We spent a lot of time on Dr. King's "I Have a Dream" speech in class.  What effective strategies did Dr. King employ that you can find elements of in President Obama's?  Would you consider this a moving speech?  Why or why not?  If so (or if not), do you think it achieves its purpose, whatever purpose he intended?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-7005660960310524099?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7005660960310524099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=7005660960310524099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/7005660960310524099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/7005660960310524099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/01/forty-years-later-one-year-later.html' title='Forty+ Years Later, One Year Later...'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeX3ougaGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aM1eNROK4ho/s72-c/capt.photo_1232488016513-1-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-8732826464991156593</id><published>2010-01-19T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:25:57.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Unit of Semantics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeWie4jmuI/AAAAAAAABJw/9yk1LgquV5U/s1600-h/MV5BMTQ3MDMwMDA1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzY2OTc1MQ%40%40._V1._SX100_SY129_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeWie4jmuI/AAAAAAAABJw/9yk1LgquV5U/s400/MV5BMTQ3MDMwMDA1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzY2OTc1MQ%40%40._V1._SX100_SY129_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293865406147304162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What thoughts do you have after our initial unit, which is a foundation for the class?  We have discussed prejudice, discrimination, racism, anti-Semitism, genocide... Were there things you wanted to say in class, but didn't?  What are your feelings on having watched "GATTACA"?  Can you see the dangers of an "equal" society?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-8732826464991156593?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8732826464991156593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=8732826464991156593' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8732826464991156593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8732826464991156593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/01/unit-of-semantics.html' title='A Unit of Semantics'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeWie4jmuI/AAAAAAAABJw/9yk1LgquV5U/s72-c/MV5BMTQ3MDMwMDA1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzY2OTc1MQ%40%40._V1._SX100_SY129_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-2368734869214222007</id><published>2010-01-19T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:05:50.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of January 19</title><content type='html'>This week will find us ending Unit 1 and taking our first test.  I do want to tell you that I have been SOOO impressed with you in this first unit and I hope it will only continue and grow.  :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, 1/19&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holocaust/Shoah/Anti-Semitism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Genocide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UN Handout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, 1/20&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, 1/21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fiddler on the Roof"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intro to "Fiddler"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elements of Drama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, 1/22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Fiddler"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-2368734869214222007?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2368734869214222007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=2368734869214222007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2368734869214222007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2368734869214222007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/01/week-of-january-19.html' title='Week of January 19'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-130592797177396457</id><published>2010-01-12T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T11:20:14.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who We Are</title><content type='html'>Had some amazing poems turned in from the '10 Holocaust Literature class.  Here are a few of the most interesting ones...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I Am by Krisheena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hot cups of apple cider on a winter's day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am random whimsical laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pacifism and animal rights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am old books with crinkly pages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a conforming non-conformist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sketchpads, paint, and brushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am my mother's best friend and my father's only child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am iPods with music blaring at full blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am socially awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am afternoon naps and warm fuzzy blankets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am simple, yet complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a jumbled puzzle yet to be solved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I Am by Karla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grassy meadows on cloudless summer days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am daydreams during math class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a smile that remains after it is shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am deep conversation over coffee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am bubble wrap, waiting to be popped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am secrets of the whispering wind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am America's Next Top Model obsessed marathon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the curiosity of a cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am brownie melts with ice cream on top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am John Coltrane's sweetest melodies.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am early morning workouts at the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am errors concealed by eraser marks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a puzzled expression on a child's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sin washed away with blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Karla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I Am by Sierra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am books and short stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am summer and rainy days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an aspiring accountant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Keds, long socks, and warm clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a student with a love for history and science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sushi, chocolate almonds, and voss water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am disciplined and respectful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a morning person or a night person, rather a middle of the day type person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a learner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am google and yahoo news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a lover of eco-friendly products.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am action movies, not drama or romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am crime shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am wii sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am my own person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I Am by Brooke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am swimming, biking, and hiking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kayaking, running, and canoeing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am outdoors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am leaping, turning, and gliding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am stretching, bending, and counting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am religious, Christian, and structured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a follower, believer, and enlightener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am Catholic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am warm, sandy, and soothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am relaxing, calming, and gentle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an ocean breeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am frosted, cold, and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sharp, speedy, and moveable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ice skates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am second-born, house-mate, and the favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving, argumentative, and compassionate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am cheese, milk, and chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am arroz, musica, and Monterray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pollo loco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am being educated, inhaling knowledge, and working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am focused, determined, and thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am student.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am open-minded, politically absorbed, and unique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loud, hard-working, and an extrovert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I Am by Trevor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am cold winter breeze, toboggans, snow balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am warm pizza dough, seasoned tomato sauce, and freshly cut onions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am old school and new school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am incapable of writing poems, stories, letters, or anything with words in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am guitar solos and chords.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am liberal and I believe in change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am freedom, equality, and justice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am America.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am red, white, and blue, and all she stands for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am outspoken and I don't care who knows it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am funny movies, some scary ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a pizza-making machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am agnostic (we have no idea).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am confusing, surprising, and simple all in one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving and kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an individual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an American.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I Am by Rachel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am winter sunshine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am mermaids, unicorns, and dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am colorful in black and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am should have been Italian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am go with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am think twice, thrice, and whatever comes after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an endless story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am escape from reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am open-minded with firm opinions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am addicted to art; my heroine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am claim no religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am music flows through my veins, even when I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a black sheep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am never fit in, go against the current.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a mass of contradictions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am indecisive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am no one is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am dive head-first into your passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-130592797177396457?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/130592797177396457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=130592797177396457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/130592797177396457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/130592797177396457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/01/who-we-are.html' title='Who We Are'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-7053349977210751670</id><published>2010-01-07T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T11:46:14.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my Newbies!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am as nervous as I always am at the beginning of this class, but I am also just as excited as always!  It gives me great faith in your generation that so many of you (36!!!) would value the lessons from the Holocaust enough to spend an entire high school credit learning about them!  I am so anxious to get to know each of you and share my passion for Holocaust education.  I think there is much in store for us this semester and I just can't wait to get started!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-7053349977210751670?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7053349977210751670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=7053349977210751670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/7053349977210751670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/7053349977210751670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-my-newbies.html' title='Welcome to my Newbies!'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1599521966627707588</id><published>2009-04-30T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T07:25:51.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blended Poetry Based on The Cage</title><content type='html'>We read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cage&lt;/span&gt; by Ruth Minsky Sender.  When we finished that book, the students highlighted passages that really spoke to them and then answered a few prompts of their own.  They then took those highlighted portions of Sender's work and mixed them with their own answers to the prompts, creating a blended poem.  These are a few really good ones, though they all turned out spectacular!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It is Good" by Brooke and Ruth Sender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to be alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    With hopes of a bright future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must never again give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    My family is counting on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to take everything with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;    All those precious moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must carry them in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     the sights, the sounds, the laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     a family, a husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A life almost forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     with old hopes comes new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hands reach out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     to grasp that old life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to shout for Joy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     memories never fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hope" by Snezhanna and Ruth Sender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to be alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     God and my religion keep me going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty and horror around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I want to be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must never again give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;      My friend helped me get through so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to write again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Writing stories keeps me sane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A world of poetry, beauty, and hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     My dreams are an inspiration, giving me hope for a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Memory" by Elliott and Ruth Sender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gentle breeze caresses my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     A feeling that my mother is right there beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A world of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The future with my own family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must never give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Guidance from my dad in the right direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dream of a better world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I hope to one day help others in need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must carry them in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The memories with my cousins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tomorrow that is coming for all of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     A future of happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to be alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The advantage to travel to a beautiful place to live in my memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every detail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He's Always Listening" by Ashley and Ruth Sender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He listens with interest to my every word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     God, He's always listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I speak to Him of a tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     to become a teacher, to have a nice home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgetting death knocking at our door, we still dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     to get married, to have kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How lovely it must be to run freely among such surroundings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Disneyworld, Childhood fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hands reach out to touch him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     God, He's always listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He listens with interest to my every word. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Life" by Emily and Ruth Sender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A gentle breeze coming through the window caresses my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Married happily and with a healthy family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to be alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Jesus, my Savior, who has given me a life to live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They all left traces of their lives here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     At the table on Sundays after church during lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Set amid majestic mountains.  Such beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     The view of the sunset from my porch falling behind the ridge of mountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a prince in a fairy tale,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     large grassy yard to freely play in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty and horror all around me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Mom's and dad's encouraging inspirational words surround me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1599521966627707588?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1599521966627707588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1599521966627707588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1599521966627707588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1599521966627707588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/blended-poetry-based-on-cage.html' title='Blended Poetry Based on The Cage'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1909305664441078144</id><published>2009-04-28T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:26:26.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue and Resistance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SfcgHYs9B0I/AAAAAAAABh0/NNtI3pfkqPg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 70px; height: 44px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SfcgHYs9B0I/AAAAAAAABh0/NNtI3pfkqPg/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329763995278444354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect on the following statement from the Talmud: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "He who saves one life, it's as though he has preserved the existence of the entire world."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1909305664441078144?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1909305664441078144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1909305664441078144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1909305664441078144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1909305664441078144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/rescue-and-resistance.html' title='Rescue and Resistance'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SfcgHYs9B0I/AAAAAAAABh0/NNtI3pfkqPg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-2224501503461211225</id><published>2009-04-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T08:46:53.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of April 27</title><content type='html'>I know it has bothered us a little not having a defined schedule, but I think it was worth it to get to hear Sonja, right?  This week we will get back on track.  I am giving you ONE day this week to FINISH your artistic projects.  That's it.  They will be graded on May 4.  If you will have more to do, it will have to be done outside of class.  OK?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, April 27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seminar, activity over The Cage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, April 28 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resistance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, April 29&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finish artistic projects&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUE:  Journal response&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, April 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberation and rescue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, May 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liberation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-2224501503461211225?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2224501503461211225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=2224501503461211225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2224501503461211225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2224501503461211225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-of-april-27.html' title='Week of April 27'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-2034638907832161898</id><published>2009-04-23T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:13:59.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Escape from Sobibor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R_vCRqyMGuI/AAAAAAAAALU/1WGJX-SOsvo/s1600-h/pic4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R_vCRqyMGuI/AAAAAAAAALU/1WGJX-SOsvo/s320/pic4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186953004645620450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Most people only dream their nightmares. However, I and my fellow survivors actually lived this experience,” said Philip Bialowitz, one of only seven remaining survivors of the Nazi extermination camp, Sobibor, where an estimated 250,000 Jews, including most of his family, were murdered. “We fought hard for our dignity and our lives. The inhumanity of the Nazis knew no limits.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shema” by Primo Levi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who live secure&lt;br /&gt;In your warm houses&lt;br /&gt;Who return at evening to find&lt;br /&gt;Hot food and friendly faces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider whether this is a man,&lt;br /&gt;Who labors in the mud&lt;br /&gt;Who knows no peace&lt;br /&gt;Who fights for a crust of bread&lt;br /&gt;Who dies at a yes or a no.&lt;br /&gt;Consider whether this is a woman,&lt;br /&gt;Without hair or name&lt;br /&gt;With no more strength to remember&lt;br /&gt;Eyes empty and womb cold&lt;br /&gt;As a frog in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider that this has been:&lt;br /&gt;I commend these words to you.&lt;br /&gt;Engrave them on your hearts&lt;br /&gt;When you are in your house, when&lt;br /&gt;you walk on your way,&lt;br /&gt;When you go to bed, when you rise.&lt;br /&gt;Repeat them to your children.&lt;br /&gt;Or may your house crumble,&lt;br /&gt;Disease renders you powerless,&lt;br /&gt;Your offspring avert their faces from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madtimes.com/archives/may2005_2/top_story1.htm"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to a website about Philip Bialowitz where I got this information.  Any response to his story, the movie, the poem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-2034638907832161898?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2034638907832161898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=2034638907832161898' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2034638907832161898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2034638907832161898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/escape-from-sobibor.html' title='&quot;Escape from Sobibor&quot;'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R_vCRqyMGuI/AAAAAAAAALU/1WGJX-SOsvo/s72-c/pic4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-8613190428892869099</id><published>2009-04-23T09:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:07:48.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R_l3PayMGnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k1uMro2Pi3w/s1600-h/rfkcicon_100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R_l3PayMGnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k1uMro2Pi3w/s200/rfkcicon_100.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186307552665410162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the English II Honors class, Sonja DuBois challenged them to pick one cause to devote their time, energy, and resources to.  As you age, there will be lots of requests and demands of you for social causes and charities.  One lesson of the Holocaust is that "The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to stand by and do nothing." (Edmund Burke)  We are responsible, throughout our lives, as citizens of a democracy, of a society, for doing our best to correct injustices around us.  Too often we do one of two things:  we either ignore these problems or we try to give a little to everything to ease our guilty consciences.  As Sonja so eloquently pointed out, imagine if each person chose ONE cause and devoted him or herself to it for life?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously my passion is respect for your fellow man.  I have devoted myself as an educator to a study of the Holocaust in the hope of educating those around me about making the world a safer place.  I feel that every human being deserves respect.  As far as my "cause", beyond being a Holocaust educator, I am committed to a ministry for abused and neglected children called Royal Family Ministries.  My church does a camp every summer for nearly forty children in the foster care systems of Bradley, Hamilton, and McMinn counties.  I have served as a counselor at that camp almost every year since its inception in 1999.  This is our tenth year for Royal Family Kids Camp, and we have expanded that ministry to include a middle school retreat about five years ago.  I serve on the Royal Family board at my church, Kraig and I are both counselors, and we have chosen to make this ministry the source of our financial support.  You know that I try not to ask you to do anything I would not/am not doing, so I wanted to answer the question that follows before I asked you to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to you is, what is your cause going to be?  What are you passionate about?  What do you see as something that merits your time, energy, and resources?  Or are YOU going to stand by and do nothing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-8613190428892869099?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8613190428892869099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=8613190428892869099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8613190428892869099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8613190428892869099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-cause.html' title='Your Cause'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R_l3PayMGnI/AAAAAAAAAKc/k1uMro2Pi3w/s72-c/rfkcicon_100.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-4828109737201581591</id><published>2009-04-23T09:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T09:06:26.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Did You Think?</title><content type='html'>Pictures to Come!&lt;br /&gt;You all had an opportunity on Thursday to do something that very few people in your generation have gotten to do, and fewer and fewer people in the future will do.  You (Holocaust Lit and English II) got to hear the story of Sonja DuBois, a survivor of the Holocaust.  I really don't want to post a bunch of questions on here or put words in your mouths.  I mainly want to hear your response to her story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you that I was so interested in what she said about the moment that she decided to start sharing her story with others was when she saw the Bible study about Esther and realized that she, too, lived a double life.  And just like Esther, there were lots of people involved in saving Sonja.  I, as a parent, cannot imagine what her parents must have felt when they left her at the station, her mother who put the necklace around her neck, and then walked away.  Even if I KNEW, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Emma and Kelsey would be safer left behind (and her parents didn't KNOW), I cannot fathom what it would feel like to put them in the arms of a stranger to them and walk away, not knowing what would become of them.  The pain they must have suffered at that moment probably hurt so much more than the death they encountered later.  I also was staggered by how much we take for granted with our own lives, in that we all have people who can tell our life stories, who we look like, act like, and so on.  She has no one in her life who can do that for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I wasn't going to put words in your mouths and I guess I did.  I could probably write forever about my response to her story and the feelings it stirred in me.  She was so arresting, such a powerful speaker, yet so approachable.  But now, the responsibility lies with you and me.  We are among the few people who have heard first hand the story of a Holocaust survivor.  What, now, will we do with it?  Sonja's story lives on with us.  Her parents live on in us, because we know the sacrifice they made so that she could live to tell.  It is your duty, your obligation, to bear witness when the time comes that no one is alive to say, "I was there.  It happened to my family.  I saw the camps.  I lived it."   YOU will have to stand up and say, "I heard the story of a survivor.  I saw the necklace her mother left her, saw the one surviving photograph of her parents."   It did happen, and we have to make sure that the lessons learned are applied to our daily lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's my sermon for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-4828109737201581591?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4828109737201581591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=4828109737201581591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4828109737201581591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4828109737201581591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-did-you-think.html' title='What Did You Think?'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-3805606308312353241</id><published>2009-04-17T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:53:37.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of April 20</title><content type='html'>Wow, you guys are going to have such a special week.  I am so anxious for you to hear Sonja this week.  It is going to be something to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, April 20&lt;br /&gt;Hidden Children lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, April 21&lt;br /&gt;Special guest, Sonja DuBois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, April 22&lt;br /&gt;Resistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 23&lt;br /&gt;Poems, anthology&lt;br /&gt;"Escape from Sobibor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 24&lt;br /&gt;"Escape from Sobibor"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-3805606308312353241?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3805606308312353241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=3805606308312353241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3805606308312353241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3805606308312353241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-of-april-20.html' title='Week of April 20'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-6414286261783877937</id><published>2009-04-09T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T19:41:24.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of April 14</title><content type='html'>I have to say, I am probably the most impressed with you all this week than I have been all semester.  Your artistic Remembrance projects are seriously amazing.  You had awesome ideas, you actually made them happen, and at the end, you started to work well together and pull it off!  I can't wait to see the finished projects.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, April 14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, April 15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finish "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, April 16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, April 17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Children Lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-6414286261783877937?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6414286261783877937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=6414286261783877937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6414286261783877937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6414286261783877937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-of-april-14.html' title='Week of April 14'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-6168514713987001553</id><published>2009-04-07T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:33:02.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecphrastic Poetry Extended Project</title><content type='html'>After writing an ecphrastic poem in response to the photo of the Little Polish Boy, the students were given an assignment of finding a work, whether a photograph, painting, sculpture, monument, song, or book, and writing an ecphrastic poem based on that.  There were some really great ones but the three I included were three that I could easily find the work to portray with it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdtZWMF9ZNI/AAAAAAAABW0/GB0XNBM_iNA/s1600-h/AAACrossOriginal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdtZWMF9ZNI/AAAAAAAABW0/GB0XNBM_iNA/s400/AAACrossOriginal2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945622406587602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America is Too Strong by Ashley&lt;br /&gt;Our nation as a whole, so strong and so bright&lt;br /&gt;It was crushed to the ground by two simple flights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The losses they caused and all the sadness we shared&lt;br /&gt;America is still great even though we were all scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What wold we do, how will we take a stand&lt;br /&gt;America is our big, beautiful, and bright land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will stand strong and not let them see&lt;br /&gt;The hurt, pain, and agony that left us to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Americans, known to never give up&lt;br /&gt;The damage that's done is not worth a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great innocent lives were lost forever&lt;br /&gt;But their memories will be here and gone never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful light stands on Ground Zero&lt;br /&gt;You all are truly every American's hero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will all still stand big and tall for our survivors and ones we lost&lt;br /&gt;This is living proof to see this beautiful cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdtYdkwOjKI/AAAAAAAABWs/63VOl50ph7c/s1600-h/pulitzer_94_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdtYdkwOjKI/AAAAAAAABWs/63VOl50ph7c/s400/pulitzer_94_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321944649773780130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Showed Us Reality by Laura&lt;br /&gt;Does the world stand still in this moment?&lt;br /&gt;As your flesh was torn from your bones?&lt;br /&gt;As your blood curdling screams filled the air,&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone hear you?&lt;br /&gt;Or did they turn their heads the other way?&lt;br /&gt;In this hour, no one moves, no one speaks, not a creature rushes to your side.&lt;br /&gt;For you are marked as dead.  I know you aren't, but child, it doesn't matter...&lt;br /&gt;The famine has claimed you,&lt;br /&gt;In its eager arms, I see it pulls you near,&lt;br /&gt;It has promised to hold onto you.&lt;br /&gt;As inhumanity's bells ring clear,&lt;br /&gt;I see your woeful fate draw near.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdtaPaZR4sI/AAAAAAAABW8/LACZkgoFXDA/s1600-h/Nighthawks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdtaPaZR4sI/AAAAAAAABW8/LACZkgoFXDA/s400/Nighthawks.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321946605498262210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man Sitting Alone by Paulina&lt;br /&gt;It's late&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man just walked in with his date&lt;br /&gt;They must be tired, surely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talk about what they have done&lt;br /&gt;They talk about what they will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights above them shine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;The man behind the bar says it is two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no one to talk about the time with&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk about the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left June fifth&lt;br /&gt;Of the year last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit here along&lt;br /&gt;At the restaurant where we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart turns to stone&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten her yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she used to order a sundae&lt;br /&gt;Every Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she would giggle&lt;br /&gt;At all my jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How her little finger used to wiggle&lt;br /&gt;How she wouldn't eat her egg yokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice was soft and sweet&lt;br /&gt;Like tiny silver bells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no stranger she wouldn't greet&lt;br /&gt;No one she wouldn't wish well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had no faults&lt;br /&gt;She glowed like the morning dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like an empty vault&lt;br /&gt;Cold like the morning dew on a lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to tell her how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Masking my true emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a cur&lt;br /&gt;I hid my devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I can do is wait&lt;br /&gt;Here with all my woes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for the kindness of fate&lt;br /&gt;I miss her from my head to my toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit here waiting for her to come back&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait here for her every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make up for all I lack&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait until in my grave I lay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-6168514713987001553?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6168514713987001553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=6168514713987001553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6168514713987001553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6168514713987001553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/ecphrastic-poetry-extended-project.html' title='Ecphrastic Poetry Extended Project'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdtZWMF9ZNI/AAAAAAAABW0/GB0XNBM_iNA/s72-c/AAACrossOriginal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-6547225736067057050</id><published>2009-04-05T18:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:26:23.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>READ THIS!</title><content type='html'>Ooh, look at my new widgets on the sidebar!!!  Do you not think they are SO cool?!?!?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For posting your comments...  There are a LOT of options to comment on this time.  Please scroll down and read them all before you decide on one.  Also, it is not going to count if you comment on the schedule posts.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-6547225736067057050?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6547225736067057050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=6547225736067057050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6547225736067057050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6547225736067057050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/read-this.html' title='READ THIS!'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1268141827766802943</id><published>2009-04-03T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:31:36.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of April 6</title><content type='html'>Different kind of week next week.  After discussing our plans for Remembrance Day, I am still unsure.  I don't want to plan something just for the sake of planning it, but I really do want to have some specific recognition of the memory of the Holocaust.  Regarding our artistic responses, however, I am excited.  The garden (which I will be honest, I was not expecting to progress and now I am half-thinking that it might be completed!) sounds amazing, the website is such an incredible idea, and the montage/collage is something that I would love to work on myself.  The only thing I am still unsure of is the bench.  I have looked at some over the weekend and I am just not sure what we could get that would hold up well outside.  I don't know.  I really thought that a bookcase would be awesome.  I also went to some antique stores this weekend and got kind of interested in something like a trunk that could be painted, put on wheels, then used to store some of my Holocaust resources.  We can talk more tomorrow about this.  OK?  I'm excited about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1268141827766802943?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1268141827766802943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1268141827766802943' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1268141827766802943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1268141827766802943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-of-april-6.html' title='Week of April 6'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1411039991085795350</id><published>2009-04-03T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:44:38.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morally Outraged?</title><content type='html'>I wasn't originally planning to post any more about "Europa, Europa," but I was interested in how differently this class seemed to feel than some of my class members last year.  Perel "became" "racially pure", not just "racially pure", but actually a German soldier and then a member of the Hitler Youth, in this movie.  Most of you seemed to view this as admirable, a triumph of sorts because he "outsmarted" the Nazis.  Some in the past have been almost morally outraged at his decision, and have viewed it as a betrayal of his people and his brothers.  I would venture to guess that Holocaust survivors who have viewed this movie also have varying opinions on the topic.  For the sake of argument, I just wondered if there was anyone who did not speak up in class on the opposing side but would like to do so on here.  If this post speaks to anyone, I am very curious to hear your opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1411039991085795350?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1411039991085795350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1411039991085795350' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1411039991085795350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1411039991085795350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/morally-outraged.html' title='Morally Outraged?'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1563019046355113600</id><published>2009-04-03T04:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:41:59.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Academy Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R9kue4IZsaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0tpGGS0706w/s1600-h/FRIENDS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R9kue4IZsaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0tpGGS0706w/s320/FRIENDS.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177220354637672866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Europa, Europa" won a Golden Globe Award from LA Film Critics.  However, the German film committee decided not to nominate it for an Academy Award.  The response in Germany to this film was, for the most part, negative.  Some called the main character "opportunistic and cynical," while others questioned his morality.  What is your reaction to the denial for this film to be eligible for an Academy Award by its own county's film critics?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1563019046355113600?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1563019046355113600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1563019046355113600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1563019046355113600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1563019046355113600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-academy-award.html' title='No Academy Award'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R9kue4IZsaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0tpGGS0706w/s72-c/FRIENDS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-8896371117775052302</id><published>2009-03-31T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:59:52.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Klein Foundation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdIv4hUhVAI/AAAAAAAABSg/mmAvLnQeoMA/s1600-h/kleinsphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdIv4hUhVAI/AAAAAAAABSg/mmAvLnQeoMA/s400/kleinsphoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319366757941597186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had told you that I would put a link to their foundation on this site.  &lt;a href="http://www.kleinfoundation.org/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the link to the &lt;a href="http://www.kleinfoundation.org/"&gt;Klein Foundation&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-8896371117775052302?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8896371117775052302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=8896371117775052302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8896371117775052302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8896371117775052302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/klein-foundation.html' title='Klein Foundation'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SdIv4hUhVAI/AAAAAAAABSg/mmAvLnQeoMA/s72-c/kleinsphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-726591064776871567</id><published>2009-03-30T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:36:31.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>The first nine weeks is now behind us.  All grades are starting over, completely fresh and new.  Everyone has a clean slate, if you will.  Now is the time to decide to change the habits from last grading period, if you weren't happy with your grades.  Now is the time to reinforce the good habits and attitudes from last grading period, if you are pleased with the results.  But whatever you choose to do for the next nine weeks, there are still nine more weeks of school.  Nine more weeks of assignments, tests, projects, and grades...  I don't know about you, but I am happy to have nine weeks left with you guys.  We have lots of information left to cover, great books to read, powerful films to watch, and thought-provoking discussion to have.  Thanks for making my job fun, if not always easy!  You might have heard it said, "Choose a job you love and you'll never have to work a day in your life."  I can testify to that statement and I can say to you that it is the best advice I could give as far as your future and your career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-726591064776871567?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/726591064776871567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=726591064776871567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/726591064776871567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/726591064776871567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/clean-slate.html' title='Clean Slate'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-3441886322152510823</id><published>2009-03-30T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:34:00.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 lbs...</title><content type='html'>Gerda Weissman Klein and her family members were told that they could carry 20 lbs worth of items when they were deported.  Look around your room, your house, your car, your school... can you imagine if your entire life, your history, your life story had to be collected into a 20 lb package?  What impact must this have had on Gerda and her family?  What impact would it have on you?  Is there a societal difference between the world she was living in prior to the Holocaust and our materialistic country?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-3441886322152510823?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3441886322152510823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=3441886322152510823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3441886322152510823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3441886322152510823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-lbs.html' title='20 lbs...'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-2677252384502827264</id><published>2009-03-30T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:33:12.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to All But My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R9VEHYIZsHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hLfVU8VuGgM/s1600-h/DSCN5687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R9VEHYIZsHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hLfVU8VuGgM/s200/DSCN5687.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176118240259715186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please respond to one (or both, if you are an overachiever) of the two questions below in response to the novel.  Feel free as well to make other comments related to the novel.&lt;br /&gt;1.  It has often been said that major historical events provide an opportunity to see humanity's darkest side, as well as humanity's best side.  What examples from the novel illustrate both points?  Can you think of historical events from your lifetime that can be explained from each perspective?  Give some examples.&lt;br /&gt;2.  There were so many instances in the text when someone did something that seemed insignificant for Gerda, yet it affected her strongly.  Name some of those things and discuss how they had such an impact on her.  Are there things that happen in your own life that might seem insignificant to others, yet are very encouraging to you?&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-2677252384502827264?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2677252384502827264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=2677252384502827264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2677252384502827264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2677252384502827264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/response-to-all-but-my-life.html' title='Response to All But My Life'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/R9VEHYIZsHI/AAAAAAAAAE8/hLfVU8VuGgM/s72-c/DSCN5687.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-5724448311707108941</id><published>2009-03-29T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T14:01:11.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of March 30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sc_hkhcHqnI/AAAAAAAABSQ/B3Nw5swDRyc/s1600-h/TN_07-april1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sc_hkhcHqnI/AAAAAAAABSQ/B3Nw5swDRyc/s400/TN_07-april1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318717702515698290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I know that we are probably all missing the sleeping in and &lt;s&gt;sunshine&lt;/s&gt; rain and time to do as we wish, but the facts are that we have to come back!  :)  So, we might as well make the most of it, right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are watching what is quite possibly my very favorite movie this week.  It is a true story and is totally amazing.  I can't wait for you all to see it.  (And I enjoyed our relief day last week, too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 30&lt;br /&gt;All But My Life seminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 31&lt;br /&gt;Watch ABML&lt;br /&gt;Book Circles activity&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Ecphrastic poems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, April 1&lt;br /&gt;Watch "Europa! Europa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, April 2&lt;br /&gt;Finish "Europa!  Europa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, April 3&lt;br /&gt;"Living On"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-5724448311707108941?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5724448311707108941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=5724448311707108941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5724448311707108941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5724448311707108941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-of-march-30.html' title='Week of March 30'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sc_hkhcHqnI/AAAAAAAABSQ/B3Nw5swDRyc/s72-c/TN_07-april1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1617296001913365165</id><published>2009-03-16T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:07:49.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Sidenote Regarding Commenting</title><content type='html'>Just a side note, the commenting seems to be about the poems.  The poems are there merely as a showcase.  Please feel free to comment on them.  However, your grade comes from commenting on the other postings.  You may have to hit the button to go to older posts to see them.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last personal plea:  Would one person PLEASE PLEASE comment on my passage from my book?  Someone?  Anyone?  I was so excited about hearing what you had to say about it and discussing it with you.  I beg of you-- comment on mine.  Just one person is all I ask...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1617296001913365165?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1617296001913365165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1617296001913365165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1617296001913365165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1617296001913365165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/important-sidenote-regarding-commenting.html' title='Important Sidenote Regarding Commenting'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1608296132136519169</id><published>2009-03-13T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:00:33.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of March 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbqe4SalNbI/AAAAAAAABRQ/3KqKj37TbzE/s1600-h/ist1_7860540-calendar-day-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbqe4SalNbI/AAAAAAAABRQ/3KqKj37TbzE/s400/ist1_7860540-calendar-day-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312733400290112946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break is upon us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 16&lt;br /&gt;T-4 Euthanasia program&lt;br /&gt;Mobile Killing Squads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 17&lt;br /&gt;Camps Echoes and Reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, March 18- Dachau documentary, Camps lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 19 &lt;br /&gt;Relief day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All But My Life&lt;/span&gt; over break.  We will seminar over it on Monday, March 30.  PLEASE read this text carefully.  There is so much to talk about and it's such an excellent work.  Do not slough this off.  This is the story of someone's life.  Treat it as such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1608296132136519169?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1608296132136519169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1608296132136519169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1608296132136519169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1608296132136519169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-of-march-16.html' title='Week of March 16'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbqe4SalNbI/AAAAAAAABRQ/3KqKj37TbzE/s72-c/ist1_7860540-calendar-day-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-553284138030097620</id><published>2009-03-12T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:13:58.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecphrastic Poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SbkmdIIxhJI/AAAAAAAABQ4/JGrbcblb5K8/s1600-h/Boy-WarsawGhetto.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SbkmdIIxhJI/AAAAAAAABQ4/JGrbcblb5K8/s400/Boy-WarsawGhetto.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312319517302555794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the ecphrastic poems this class in response to the photograph of the little Polish boy.  I have read them, listened to you read them, then read them again and I am in awe of how amazing this writing was.  You guys did an incredible job.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the World Who Turned Its Back" by Kassie&lt;br /&gt;I walk away with this child at my side.&lt;br /&gt;You walk away with violence at your back.&lt;br /&gt;I walk away with all my personal belonging in this small bag.&lt;br /&gt;You go home at night with all your luxuries at hand.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep in a small room with two other families on the cold floor.&lt;br /&gt;You crawl into your lush pajamas, and into your warm bed.&lt;br /&gt;You may have  a limited supply of food due to rations,&lt;br /&gt;But we are so limited we don't have enough to eat every day.&lt;br /&gt;I now walk away at gun-point,&lt;br /&gt;and you walk away blind-minded.&lt;br /&gt;If you had to live one day in any of our shoes,&lt;br /&gt;then maybe you would have taken a stand for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;One day in our shoes and you could really see what happened when your back was turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Mercy- to the Nazi Soldier" by Nick &lt;br /&gt;Nazi soldier, how do you live with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Do the screams of those you have slain not haunt you?&lt;br /&gt;Now you point your gun at a little boy&lt;br /&gt;The poor little Polish boy never stood a chance.&lt;br /&gt;How do you live with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Do the screams of the innocent not haunt you, soulless, heartless soldier?&lt;br /&gt;One day you will receive their same fate.&lt;br /&gt;Once your day comes I will laugh at your downfall.&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh at your misery.&lt;br /&gt;You ask me to show mercy.&lt;br /&gt;I will not.&lt;br /&gt;You never showed anyone else mercy.&lt;br /&gt;As the darkness surrounds, you will say, "Help me please"&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh at your misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;You will never receive my mercy.&lt;br /&gt;I will watch as your soul burns in the fiery pits of the underworld.&lt;br /&gt;I will watch as you receive the punishment you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watching" by Adam&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;There is no chance, only truth.&lt;br /&gt;Herded together, trapped, demoralized, headed for death.&lt;br /&gt;Yet they stay loyal.  They are chosen.&lt;br /&gt;They pray, yet I do not answer their prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason, and nothing by chance.&lt;br /&gt;Arms stretched toward me, yet this time it is not in worship, but fear.&lt;br /&gt;Fear that a mother may be stripped of her child.&lt;br /&gt;Fear that their belongings may be torn away.&lt;br /&gt;Fear that their very life may be taken away and put into another human being's hand.  &lt;br /&gt;He, being the same as you, in every aspect besides the way in which he worships me.&lt;br /&gt;But everything happens for a reason.  &lt;br /&gt;So I let it continue, watching quietly from the clouds.  &lt;br /&gt;A million unanswered prayers in a box beside me.  &lt;br /&gt;Prayers full of suffering and pain.  &lt;br /&gt;But everything happens for a reason... &lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Little Boy" by Kate&lt;br /&gt;Fear:  &lt;br /&gt;You start by taking Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Next you take my sister&lt;br /&gt;Now my whole family is gone&lt;br /&gt;I am alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hunger:&lt;br /&gt;From dawn to dusk I work in the dusty streets&lt;br /&gt;Your yells mingle with the voice of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Calling to me and pulling me under&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled bread crust now tastes like heaven&lt;br /&gt;I got caught stealing my friend's portion&lt;br /&gt;All I can think about is food.&lt;br /&gt;Power:&lt;br /&gt;Now you point a gun at me&lt;br /&gt;I have done nothing&lt;br /&gt;My home, my family, my dignity, and my dreams gone.&lt;br /&gt;And how you ask of me the one thing I have left &lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the Little Polish Boy with His hands Held Up" by Corey&lt;br /&gt;To the little boy with his hands held up&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the pain you had to bear.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that my fathers before me did not &lt;br /&gt;hear your cries of help when you so desperately needed it.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that you were stripped of your youth &lt;br /&gt;and never had a chance to reclaim it.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the hole you were subject to by the cruel world&lt;br /&gt;you were raised in.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that you were held accountable for decisions that were not yours to make.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry that you were categorized as a person not deserving of life.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the inevitable fate you had to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Little Boy, Don't Cry" by Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;-Look at him, scared to death&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;-We're about the same, could I be next?&lt;br /&gt;Please little boy, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;-How could they do such horrid things?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, don't you let them see tears&lt;br /&gt;-We'll be ok, maybe not now but soon&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, keep that head up&lt;br /&gt;-They'll put their guns down, they won't kill us kids&lt;br /&gt;Come on little boy, don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Final Words" by Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Don't take me before you think&lt;br /&gt;Think of my parents, brother, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Think if someone did this to your own family.&lt;br /&gt;Think of my future&lt;br /&gt;I know killing's your job, but does that make it right?&lt;br /&gt;Think of my blood on your hands&lt;br /&gt;Think of my tears when you sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;Think of my final words before you sent me to the gas chambers.&lt;br /&gt;Is saving your own life so important, that you will kill thousands of others?&lt;br /&gt;Think of explaining to your kids what their daddy did at work today&lt;br /&gt;Think of holding your baby with the same mouth that shouted death orders.&lt;br /&gt;If you still want to kill me, then that's fine.  &lt;br /&gt;All I wanted you to do is think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at Me, Mr. Soldier" by Hannah &lt;br /&gt;Look at me, Mr. Soldier&lt;br /&gt;With your calm shiny face with your little mustache&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?  Do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;Am I what you are fighting deep inside?&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, Mr. Soldier&lt;br /&gt;What do you see?&lt;br /&gt;The little boy with the deep fear in the pit of my soul&lt;br /&gt;OR the man I could become?&lt;br /&gt;Do you see my mother desperately trying to save me&lt;br /&gt;Or the father of my own children I could become?&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, Mr. Soldier&lt;br /&gt;With your laxed trigger finger dolting my fate&lt;br /&gt;Standing there so strong, so powerful, so calm.&lt;br /&gt;As I stand here with the blood pumping through&lt;br /&gt;My tiny body for maybe just a second longer&lt;br /&gt;Look at me, Mr. Soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the Heartless" by Sarah &lt;br /&gt;What makes you a man?&lt;br /&gt;Holding a gun to a child's head&lt;br /&gt;Terrorizing those defenseless&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you a man?&lt;br /&gt;The women who cower in fear&lt;br /&gt;As you traipse through the streets&lt;br /&gt;As if you have power over their lives&lt;br /&gt;You wear a symbol on your arm,&lt;br /&gt;Follow your orders as well we any trained dog.&lt;br /&gt;Does this make you a man?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you&lt;br /&gt;        a coward.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you as defeated as those&lt;br /&gt;starving, tortured souls you claim &lt;br /&gt;        authority over.&lt;br /&gt;This makes you a monster.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to kill, continue to make those people bleed&lt;br /&gt;On the outside.&lt;br /&gt;As you will surely die, and bleed, soul-less on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Instrument of Death" by Sierra White&lt;br /&gt;Sadism consumes the core of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Malevolence dictates my being;&lt;br /&gt;Indulgent upon bloodlust and power&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the vermin, seething.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic!  So weak, so pitiful and questioning;&lt;br /&gt;What did they do to me?&lt;br /&gt;Asking why, "Why so heartless, sir?"&lt;br /&gt;I chuckle silently through this nonchalant facade&lt;br /&gt;"Sonny, what you did was breathe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I do not hate it,&lt;br /&gt;For I am a monster&lt;br /&gt;And I embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a gore-flecked realm&lt;br /&gt;in which the reaper thrives,&lt;br /&gt;And in thrall to shadows&lt;br /&gt;I became the destroyer of lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the Photographer" by Paulina&lt;br /&gt;Keep standing behind your camera&lt;br /&gt;Watching as they march to their death&lt;br /&gt;But does it matter if they live or die&lt;br /&gt;Because they are just rats and vermin&lt;br /&gt;You capture the moment to show your glory&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see your malice&lt;br /&gt;You captured this moment to show your pride.&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see your hate&lt;br /&gt;Keep clicking your camera&lt;br /&gt;As they keep walking to their death&lt;br /&gt;But does it matter if they live or die&lt;br /&gt;Because they are only human&lt;br /&gt;They are only women and girls&lt;br /&gt;Boys and men&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter&lt;br /&gt;You capture this moment to show your dominance&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see that their memory lives on &lt;br /&gt;You capture this moment to show your triumph&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see your failure&lt;br /&gt;You planned to wipe them out &lt;br /&gt;But you failed&lt;br /&gt;Because I will remember them &lt;br /&gt;So they won't be forgotten&lt;br /&gt;So in a way&lt;br /&gt;A very small way&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you captured this moment&lt;br /&gt;So I can remember your malice, hate, and your failure&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad you took the picture so l can remember this little boy&lt;br /&gt;His family&lt;br /&gt;His friends&lt;br /&gt;His innocence and youth&lt;br /&gt;Keep clicking behind your camera &lt;br /&gt;Watching them as they walk to their death&lt;br /&gt;But what does it matter if they live or die&lt;br /&gt;Because I will remember whether they lived or died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbkmc2tvXaI/AAAAAAAABQw/GYG503CT9zs/s1600-h/boy-handsUP.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 387px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbkmc2tvXaI/AAAAAAAABQw/GYG503CT9zs/s400/boy-handsUP.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312319512625765794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-553284138030097620?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/553284138030097620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=553284138030097620' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/553284138030097620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/553284138030097620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/ecphrastic-poems.html' title='Ecphrastic Poems'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SbkmdIIxhJI/AAAAAAAABQ4/JGrbcblb5K8/s72-c/Boy-WarsawGhetto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-6887921151925078882</id><published>2009-03-10T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:28:55.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to a Quote...</title><content type='html'>I am reading a book right now called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Reading Lolita in Tehran&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a very interesting book that is a memoir about a teacher in Iran who gathered seven of her students in her home for a book club group to study forbidden Western classics.  It is fascinating.  However, I can't help but notice a few similarities between the situation in the book (limited freedoms imposed by the government) and situations in Nazi Germany in the late 1930's.  There is one passage in particular that I would like to see if you have a comment on.  The passage is copied below, with credit to the author, Azar Nafisi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "I had asked my students if they remember the dance scene in Invitation to a Beheading:  the jailor invites Cincinnatus to a dance.  They begin a waltz and move out into the hall.  In a corner they run into a guard:  'They described a circle near him and glided back into the cell, and now Cincinnatus regretted that the swoon's friendly embrace had been so brief.'  This movement in circles is the main movement of the novel.  As long as he accept the sham world the jailers impose upon him, Cincinnatus will remain their prisoner and will move within the circles of their creation.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The worst crime committed by totalitarian mindsets is that they force their citizens, including their victims, to become complicit in their crimes&lt;/span&gt;.  Dancing with your jailor, participating in your own execution, that is an act of utmost brutality.  My students witnessed it in show trials in television and enacted it every time they went out into the streets dressed as they were told to dress.  They had not become part of the crowd who watched the executions, but they did not have the power to protest them, either.&lt;br /&gt;  The only way to leave the circle, to stop dancing with the jailor, is to find a way to preserve one's individuality, that unique quality which evades description but differentiates one human being from the other.  That is why, in their world, rituals-- empty rituals-- become so central.  There was not much difference between our jailers and Cincinnatus's executioners.  They invaded all private spaces and tried to shape ever gesture, to force us to become one of them, and in that itself was another form of execution."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is long, I know, and detailed.  But really read it and think about it deeply.  It has a lot to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-6887921151925078882?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6887921151925078882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=6887921151925078882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6887921151925078882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6887921151925078882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/response-to-quote.html' title='Response to a Quote...'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-2874380929936383908</id><published>2009-03-10T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:41:15.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torah Scroll from Bergen-Belsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbb6lwrEA2I/AAAAAAAABQo/WyaGwZTGQH8/s1600-h/torah-scroll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbb6lwrEA2I/AAAAAAAABQo/WyaGwZTGQH8/s400/torah-scroll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311708337157702498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also learned a further Holocaust connection to another item that Ilan Ramon took with him on that fateful shuttle mission.  You can read the &lt;a href="http://www.aish.com/jewishissues/jewishsociety/From_The_Depths_to_the_Heavens.asp"&gt;story of a Torah scroll&lt;/a&gt; and comment on this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-2874380929936383908?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2874380929936383908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=2874380929936383908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2874380929936383908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2874380929936383908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/torah-scroll-from-bergen-belsen.html' title='Torah Scroll from Bergen-Belsen'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbb6lwrEA2I/AAAAAAAABQo/WyaGwZTGQH8/s72-c/torah-scroll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-4223546919665695674</id><published>2009-03-10T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:33:03.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Petr Ginz and Ilan Ramon</title><content type='html'>“Moon Landscape” connects the dream of one Jewish boy who is a symbol of the talent lost in the Holocaust, to the journey of one Jewish astronaut, who is a symbol of our revival. (Quote from Jewish education website)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a little in class about Petr and Ilan Ramon (the first Israeli astronaut).  I have been so moved by different stories I have discovered about their connection.  Below are a few quotes and the picture.  Please feel free to comment on this topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being the first Israeli astronaut -- I feel I am representing all Jews and all Israelis," Ramon said. Referring to his mother and grandmother, who both survived imprisonment in Auschwitz, he added, "I'm the son of a Holocaust survivor -- I carry on the suffering of the Holocaust generation, and I'm kind of proof that despite all the horror they went through, we're going forward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbb36MGMTbI/AAAAAAAABQg/uSLeaUOM080/s1600-h/kpetrandilan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbb36MGMTbI/AAAAAAAABQg/uSLeaUOM080/s400/kpetrandilan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311705389581749682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Speaking to the New York-based American Society for Yad Vashem from the Houston, Texas Space Centre where he was in training, Ilan Ramon said, "I feel that my journey fulfills the dream of Petr Ginz 58 years on. A dream that is ultimate proof of the greatness of the soul of a boy imprisoned within the ghetto walls, the walls of which could not conquer his spirit. Ginz's drawings, stored at Yad Vashem, are a testimony to the triumph of the spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to commemorate the spirit of both these great souls, Ilan and Petr, by repainting young Petr's landscape in such a way as to show both of them, side by side, looking on the Earth from the vantage point of the dream they shared...as I like to think they now are. You can see the results of my efforts below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you look at the stars, think of them. They died so that one day, our children may turn to look at the distant Earth and see the pain and strife of this life in it's proper perspective. "&lt;br /&gt;Barry Munden, Feb.1, 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-4223546919665695674?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4223546919665695674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=4223546919665695674' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4223546919665695674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4223546919665695674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/petr-ginz-and-ilan-ramon.html' title='Petr Ginz and Ilan Ramon'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/Sbb36MGMTbI/AAAAAAAABQg/uSLeaUOM080/s72-c/kpetrandilan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-3326924883978787857</id><published>2009-03-06T10:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:27:06.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of March 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SbFq5M9g1NI/AAAAAAAABOg/xcwPvGtP3mg/s1600-h/calendar_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SbFq5M9g1NI/AAAAAAAABOg/xcwPvGtP3mg/s400/calendar_2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310142966610842834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you all saw on Friday that things are getting more emotional.  I really appreciate the sincerity you put into your letters.  I have read a few and they are very well-written.  I like that you put so much thought and effort into them.  I hope to see more of that in the coming weeks.  Be sure that you have finished the Salvaged Pages reading by Monday so that we can talk about it.  I am pretty excited about Monday's activity as well, because I feel like you all are good writers.  Tuesday's test is a big one.  Study hard and take it seriously.  There is also a blog assignment due this week, by Friday.  I will give you several possibilities to blog on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 9&lt;br /&gt;Continue ghettos&lt;br /&gt;Warsaw Uprising&lt;br /&gt;"To the Little Polish Boy"&lt;br /&gt;Salvaged Pages&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Journal entry #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 10&lt;br /&gt;Evaluation (test)&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Visual over the quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, March 11&lt;br /&gt;Share visuals and poems&lt;br /&gt;Wannsee Conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 12&lt;br /&gt;Wannsee Conference clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, March 13&lt;br /&gt;Deportations&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-3326924883978787857?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3326924883978787857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=3326924883978787857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3326924883978787857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3326924883978787857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-of-march-9.html' title='Week of March 9'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SbFq5M9g1NI/AAAAAAAABOg/xcwPvGtP3mg/s72-c/calendar_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-4755060352369477349</id><published>2009-02-27T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T09:22:38.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of March 2</title><content type='html'>We are now almost through Part 1 of the course.  By the middle of next week, we will be starting The Final Solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, March 2&lt;br /&gt;Library/Lab for research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, March 3&lt;br /&gt;Presentations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, March 4&lt;br /&gt;Presentations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, March 5&lt;br /&gt;Presentations (?)&lt;br /&gt;(Ghettos if finished)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, March 6&lt;br /&gt;Ghettos day 1 or day 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-4755060352369477349?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4755060352369477349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=4755060352369477349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4755060352369477349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4755060352369477349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-of-march-2.html' title='Week of March 2'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1673265857746064974</id><published>2009-02-20T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:00:13.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Burnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ79tFQXorI/AAAAAAAABOQ/5E3EKt4WbBg/s1600-h/71515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ79tFQXorI/AAAAAAAABOQ/5E3EKt4WbBg/s400/71515.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956362035798706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ79tESXN3I/AAAAAAAABOI/r9iVWIHUyb8/s1600-h/73492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ79tESXN3I/AAAAAAAABOI/r9iVWIHUyb8/s400/73492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956361775724402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ79tOYs8pI/AAAAAAAABOA/TfbPe__zpm8/s1600-h/68984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ79tOYs8pI/AAAAAAAABOA/TfbPe__zpm8/s400/68984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304956364486668946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1821, Heinrich Heine wrote, "Where one burns books, one will, in the end, burn people."  Consider what Heine meant by this statement.  In your opinion, what is the danger of burning books?  How, if at all, does burning books jeopardize human life?  &lt;br /&gt;[Note:  Somewhat ironically, Heine was a noted German author who converted to Christianity from Judaism in the nineteenth century.  According to the Nuremberg Laws, Heine would have been considered a Jew;  therefore, his books were also burned and forbidden.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/museum/exhibit/online/bookburning/author.php"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is a link to some of the books/authors as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1673265857746064974?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1673265857746064974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1673265857746064974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1673265857746064974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1673265857746064974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/book-burnings.html' title='Book Burnings'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ79tFQXorI/AAAAAAAABOQ/5E3EKt4WbBg/s72-c/71515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-915620562246085742</id><published>2009-02-20T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:34:33.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of February 23</title><content type='html'>I have really enjoyed class these past two weeks.  I appreciate your cooperation.  You guys are coming out with some great discussion points.  Things are going to start getting personal and more emotional this next week.  I just want you to be aware so that you won't be surprised on days when you just can't get something out of your head or don't feel like yourself.  And sometimes the temptation is to try to distance yourself somewhat so that you DON'T feel things as strongly.  While I am not every going to try and hype some big emotional response (I am VERY opposed to that), nor do I want you to distance yourself.  I want you to actively engage in what we are learning and never forget that these were real people we are talking about.  The man on today's testimony really struck me with the things he said.  We have to remember that it was flesh and blood, not just characters from a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, February 23&lt;br /&gt;Kristallnacht&lt;br /&gt;Primary/secondary sources&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Journal Response 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 24 &lt;br /&gt;Salvaged Pages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 25&lt;br /&gt;Maus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, February 26&lt;br /&gt;Maus&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Maus completed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, February 27&lt;br /&gt;Poetry, essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our mini-research project will begin Friday and we will have Monday in the library.  You will begin presentations on Tuesday.  More details to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-915620562246085742?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/915620562246085742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=915620562246085742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/915620562246085742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/915620562246085742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-of-february-23.html' title='Week of February 23'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-4295827363087641321</id><published>2009-02-20T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:24:59.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of February 17</title><content type='html'>Sorry this is so late!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 17&lt;br /&gt;Weimar Republic&lt;br /&gt;Handout and discussion&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Journal Response 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 18&lt;br /&gt;Early Nazi Germany, Antisemitism, the Nuremburg Laws&lt;br /&gt;Discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, February 19&lt;br /&gt;Improvisation, Nazi Germany&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Persona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, February 20&lt;br /&gt;Kristallnacht&lt;br /&gt;Primary and Secondary Sources&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Journal response&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-4295827363087641321?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4295827363087641321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=4295827363087641321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4295827363087641321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4295827363087641321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-of-february-17.html' title='Week of February 17'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-8928367762022820221</id><published>2009-02-20T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:19:31.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal Response 2, if you need it</title><content type='html'>Some historians point out that the majority of Germans were indifferent to the plight of the Jews.  Their attitude was not rooted in hatred, but rather in complete apathy.  Why might it have been that so many people simply didn't care what happened to their former colleagues, neighbors, and, in some cases, friends?  Do you see examples of apathy in your school, community, and country?  Why do you think people become apathetic toward problems that others might be facing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-8928367762022820221?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8928367762022820221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=8928367762022820221' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8928367762022820221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8928367762022820221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/journal-response-2-if-you-need-it.html' title='Journal Response 2, if you need it'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-5432652302228920661</id><published>2009-02-19T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:05:01.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lmM9EEpI/AAAAAAAABN4/55WycIRV720/s1600-h/securedownload-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lmM9EEpI/AAAAAAAABN4/55WycIRV720/s400/securedownload-1.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304648380587446930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in the same email as what's below.  It is very striking to me. Talk a little bit about what this picture says to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-5432652302228920661?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5432652302228920661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=5432652302228920661' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5432652302228920661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5432652302228920661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lmM9EEpI/AAAAAAAABN4/55WycIRV720/s72-c/securedownload-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-3118204392470831762</id><published>2009-02-19T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:04:13.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lAdPw9nI/AAAAAAAABNw/3H_qHrX6js0/s1600-h/securedownload.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 99px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lAdPw9nI/AAAAAAAABNw/3H_qHrX6js0/s400/securedownload.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304647732125824626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email with this in it.  Any thoughts?  (If it's too small to read, just click on it and it will put it in another window, larger.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-3118204392470831762?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/3118204392470831762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=3118204392470831762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3118204392470831762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/3118204392470831762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/cartoon.html' title='Cartoon'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZ3lAdPw9nI/AAAAAAAABNw/3H_qHrX6js0/s72-c/securedownload.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-8928686759836734597</id><published>2009-02-10T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:04:19.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Propaganda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrcAs3BI/AAAAAAAABMY/NbxxOwN92Yg/s1600-h/cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrcAs3BI/AAAAAAAABMY/NbxxOwN92Yg/s400/cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301246581552241682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrbqow_I/AAAAAAAABMQ/T7tfr2-pWEU/s1600-h/2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrbqow_I/AAAAAAAABMQ/T7tfr2-pWEU/s400/2625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301246581459698674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrZ7WLjI/AAAAAAAABMI/jllrplcfMIE/s1600-h/2623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrZ7WLjI/AAAAAAAABMI/jllrplcfMIE/s400/2623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301246580992912946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrNSvgjI/AAAAAAAABMA/6vDsD67tUFY/s1600-h/2614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrNSvgjI/AAAAAAAABMA/6vDsD67tUFY/s400/2614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301246577601380914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We studied a lot of different examples of Nazi propaganda in class today.  I am posting a few examples on here, but not all.  Which of the anti-Semitic examples of Nazi propaganda did you feel was the most "effective" for the Nazi idealogy?  Which ones struck you the most?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-8928686759836734597?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/8928686759836734597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=8928686759836734597' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8928686759836734597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/8928686759836734597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/propaganda.html' title='Propaganda'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHPrcAs3BI/AAAAAAAABMY/NbxxOwN92Yg/s72-c/cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-5676867023638105806</id><published>2009-02-10T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:00:57.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of February 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHO5aA_RDI/AAAAAAAABL4/IaH4fVgimDs/s1600-h/gregorian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHO5aA_RDI/AAAAAAAABL4/IaH4fVgimDs/s400/gregorian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301245722023117874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHORT WEEK!!!!!  SHORT WEEK SHORT WEEK SHORT WEEK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, February 9&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda and Anti-Semitism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, February 10&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda (Nazi and US WWII)&lt;br /&gt;DUE: Example of Propaganda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, February 11&lt;br /&gt;Weimar Republic&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Journal Entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your LONG break... some of us have to WORK...  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-5676867023638105806?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5676867023638105806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=5676867023638105806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5676867023638105806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5676867023638105806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-of-february-9.html' title='Week of February 9'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SZHO5aA_RDI/AAAAAAAABL4/IaH4fVgimDs/s72-c/gregorian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-6231896135284861621</id><published>2009-01-23T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:01:15.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Defiance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXn20yKK3bI/AAAAAAAABKw/nor-Z8sWNqw/s1600-h/46677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXn20yKK3bI/AAAAAAAABKw/nor-Z8sWNqw/s400/46677.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294534223628787122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The text below is copied from the Tennessee Holocaust Commission's newsletter.  I would like for you to read it, link to the article on the &lt;a href="http://www.ushmm.org/wlc/article.php?lang=en&amp;amp;ModuleId=10007563"&gt;USHMM website&lt;/a&gt;, and think especially about Elie Wiesel's quote.  Prior to seeing the movie, what are your thoughts on this?  Once we have seen the movie, you might want to comment again with another perspective.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jewish Resistance Focus of New Film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Holocaust survivor Elie Wiesel was asked why Jews did not fight during the&lt;br /&gt;Holocaust, he replied "...the question is not why all the Jews did not fight, but&lt;br /&gt;how so many of them did.  Tormented, beaten, starved, where did they find the strength-spiritual&lt;br /&gt;and physical-to resist?"&lt;br /&gt;The new movie Defiance starring Daniel Craig is based on the real life experience&lt;br /&gt;of the Bielski brothers who under the greatest of hardships fought as Wiesel described.&lt;br /&gt;In December 1941 after the murder of Jews in the Baranowicze region in western Belorussia&lt;br /&gt;which included their parents, the four remaining Bielski brothers fled into the&lt;br /&gt;Zabielovo and Perelaz forests where they started a partisan unit. Led by eldest&lt;br /&gt;brother Tuvia, the group grew from 13 to around 1000 between 1941 and 1944.&lt;br /&gt;Tuvia insisted that resistance and rescue must go hand and hand and was vigilant&lt;br /&gt;in his conviction that no Jew would be turned away whether armed or unarmed, young&lt;br /&gt;or old, healthy or in need of medical attention.  Remarkably at the end of the war&lt;br /&gt;over 1200 Bielski partisans emerged from the forest thanks to the brothers and the&lt;br /&gt;cooperative nature of the unit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-6231896135284861621?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/6231896135284861621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=6231896135284861621' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6231896135284861621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/6231896135284861621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/01/text-below-is-copied-from-tennessee.html' title='&quot;Defiance&quot;'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXn20yKK3bI/AAAAAAAABKw/nor-Z8sWNqw/s72-c/46677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-1651470328977795700</id><published>2009-01-23T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:51:51.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of January 26</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXn1o-bLUWI/AAAAAAAABKo/K5NvaxzH0fc/s1600-h/calendar_2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXn1o-bLUWI/AAAAAAAABKo/K5NvaxzH0fc/s400/calendar_2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294532921251287394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to our unexpected "snow", Unit 1 took quite a while!!!  Unit 2 and 3 will go much faster.  This week we are going to work on learning about the Jewish culture and life prior to WWII.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Monday, January 26&lt;br /&gt;Finish "Fiddler" and discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 27&lt;br /&gt;Research Pre-WWII Jewish life (library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, January 28&lt;br /&gt;Research town, etc (library)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, January 29&lt;br /&gt;Further research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, January 30&lt;br /&gt;Share and discuss your research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER:  WE ARE GOING TO PREMIERE TO SEE "DEFIANCE" ON MONDAY, JANUARY 26, AT 4:20 PM.  THIS IS FOR WHOMEVER WOULD LIKE TO GO.  IT IS NOT REQUIRED OF YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-1651470328977795700?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/1651470328977795700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=1651470328977795700' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1651470328977795700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/1651470328977795700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-of-january-26.html' title='Week of January 26'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXn1o-bLUWI/AAAAAAAABKo/K5NvaxzH0fc/s72-c/calendar_2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-5991416726988569845</id><published>2009-01-21T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:47:23.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeX3ougaGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aM1eNROK4ho/s1600-h/capt.photo_1232488016513-1-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeX3ougaGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aM1eNROK4ho/s400/capt.photo_1232488016513-1-0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293866869078386786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090120/ap_on_go_pr_wh/inauguration_obama_text"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090120/ap_on_go_pr_wh/inauguration_obama_text"&gt;Inauguration '09&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above text is hyper-linked to the transcript of President Obama's speech from Tuesday.  We spent a lot of time on Dr. King's "I Have a Dream" speech in class.  What effective strategies did Dr. King employ that you can find elements of in President Obama's?  Would you consider this a moving speech?  Why or why not?  If so (or if not), do you think it achieves its purpose, whatever purpose he intended?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-5991416726988569845?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/5991416726988569845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=5991416726988569845' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5991416726988569845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/5991416726988569845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-09.html' title='Inauguration &apos;09'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeX3ougaGI/AAAAAAAABJ4/aM1eNROK4ho/s72-c/capt.photo_1232488016513-1-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-2356489843679987700</id><published>2009-01-21T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:41:40.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Unit of Semantics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeWie4jmuI/AAAAAAAABJw/9yk1LgquV5U/s1600-h/MV5BMTQ3MDMwMDA1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzY2OTc1MQ%40%40._V1._SX100_SY129_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeWie4jmuI/AAAAAAAABJw/9yk1LgquV5U/s400/MV5BMTQ3MDMwMDA1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzY2OTc1MQ%40%40._V1._SX100_SY129_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293865406147304162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thoughts do you have after our initial unit, which is a foundation for the class?  We have discussed prejudice, discrimination, racism, anti-Semitism, genocide... Were there things you wanted to say in class, but didn't?  What are your feelings on having watched "GATTACA"?  Can you see the dangers of an "equal" society?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-2356489843679987700?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/2356489843679987700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=2356489843679987700' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2356489843679987700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/2356489843679987700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/01/unit-of-semantics.html' title='A Unit of Semantics'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SXeWie4jmuI/AAAAAAAABJw/9yk1LgquV5U/s72-c/MV5BMTQ3MDMwMDA1OF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwNzY2OTc1MQ%40%40._V1._SX100_SY129_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-4099450141509703994</id><published>2009-01-21T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:20:58.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of January 21</title><content type='html'>What can we say about a THREE DAY WEEK!?!?!  How lucky are we?  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, January 21&lt;br /&gt;Holocaust/Shoah/anti-Semitism/Genocide&lt;br /&gt;Notes, group activity&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Stereotyping TV log&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, January 22&lt;br /&gt;Test over Unit 1&lt;br /&gt;Elements of Drama&lt;br /&gt;Intro to "Fiddler on the Roof"&lt;br /&gt;Begin "Fiddler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, January 23&lt;br /&gt;Watch "Fiddler"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your Mindwatch journal!  I have had a few entries in mine this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-4099450141509703994?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4099450141509703994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=4099450141509703994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4099450141509703994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4099450141509703994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-of-january-21.html' title='Week of January 21'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-284433837540274035</id><published>2009-01-13T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:00:29.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Am" Poems</title><content type='html'>In our introduction to the class, we talk a lot about identity and the fact that we have to really know ourselves and how we think and perceive the world around us.  These are a couple of outstanding examples of the "I Am" poem we started with this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I Am by Paulina&lt;br /&gt;I am a mixture of cultures but can't speak the language&lt;br /&gt;I am sure of where I am going but not how to get there&lt;br /&gt;I am a football fan who doesn't know the rules&lt;br /&gt;I am sunny beaches and a snowy day&lt;br /&gt;I am a swimmer who is afraid of open water&lt;br /&gt;I am a world traveler who hasn't really been anywhere&lt;br /&gt;I am a reader of food labels but don't care what they say&lt;br /&gt;I am aware, but not involved&lt;br /&gt;I am comedy&lt;br /&gt;I am quiet but my thoughts are loud&lt;br /&gt;I am a friendly smile&lt;br /&gt;I am a busy bee looking for things to do&lt;br /&gt;I am a keeper of random facts&lt;br /&gt;I am an observer&lt;br /&gt;I am spiritual and religious&lt;br /&gt;I am done with this poem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I Am by Elliott&lt;br /&gt;I am movies that make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I am an airplane flying to a different place&lt;br /&gt;I am stars twinkling in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;I am salt water and sand between toes&lt;br /&gt;I am a lounge chair soaking up the sun&lt;br /&gt;I am chocolate raspberry in a waffle cone at Brewster's&lt;br /&gt;I am the thrill and adrenaline before a roller coaster ride&lt;br /&gt;I am the bud to a flower blooming&lt;br /&gt;I am sunsets in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I am bike riding, hiking, and snow skiing&lt;br /&gt;I am swimming pools and hot tubs&lt;br /&gt;I am bright colors, yellow, pink, and lime&lt;br /&gt;I am TV Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, and the OC&lt;br /&gt;I am creative, fun, loud, and friendly&lt;br /&gt;I am soccer in the fall&lt;br /&gt;I am ambitious and know what I want in life&lt;br /&gt;I am books that can't be put down&lt;br /&gt;I am the lightning in a thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;I am the one laughing in a group&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-284433837540274035?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/284433837540274035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=284433837540274035' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/284433837540274035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/284433837540274035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-am-poems.html' title='&quot;I Am&quot; Poems'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-7967884293229271121</id><published>2009-01-09T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:37:29.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Week of January 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SWeZYn1GtXI/AAAAAAAABJU/Yfig-ivPfMw/s1600-h/ist1_7860540-calendar-day-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SWeZYn1GtXI/AAAAAAAABJU/Yfig-ivPfMw/s400/ist1_7860540-calendar-day-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289364935657567602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well guys, I do feel pretty good after Friday's discussion.  I am sure that over time we will all get more comfortable with each other and our topic.  This week should go along way in doing that, as we will have many more such discussions!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, January 12&lt;br /&gt;Stereotyping&lt;br /&gt;Fact vs. Opinion&lt;br /&gt;Circles of my Multicultural Self activity&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Parent letter and "I Am" poem&lt;br /&gt;ASSIGNED:  Keep a log of television watching and record when you see a character being stereotyped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, January 13&lt;br /&gt;"GATTACA"&lt;br /&gt;DUE:  Fact/opinion activity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, January 14&lt;br /&gt;"GATTACA" and discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, January 15&lt;br /&gt;Racism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, January 16&lt;br /&gt;Holocaust/Shoah/antisemitism&lt;br /&gt;Genocide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget your Mindwatch journals!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-7967884293229271121?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7967884293229271121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=7967884293229271121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/7967884293229271121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/7967884293229271121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/01/week-of-january-12.html' title='Week of January 12'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SWeZYn1GtXI/AAAAAAAABJU/Yfig-ivPfMw/s72-c/ist1_7860540-calendar-day-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-7177385761306832826</id><published>2009-01-07T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:34:39.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Holocaust Humanities Study in Film and Literature!</title><content type='html'>Well guys, welcome to our class blog.  I will be requiring you all to comment once a week on the blog.  I will certainly try to put interesting discussion topics, resource material, and conversation starters on here, as well as hopefully some amazing work by all of you.  I cannot begin to express to you what it means to me to get to teach this class, a class on my passion for Holocaust education.  Last year's class was beyond amazing and I know that you all will raise the bar even higher.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen it yet, "Valkyrie" was quite a good movie.  I was most impressed with the accuracy to the historical information and contexts, as I know it.  I also just finished &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/span&gt;.  This book is narrated by Death and, as you might imagine, that provides quite an interesting format.  I am anxious to start our class reaading and discussion.  Have you read anything Holocaust-related lately?  Seen anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-7177385761306832826?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/7177385761306832826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=7177385761306832826' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/7177385761306832826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/7177385761306832826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-to-holocaust-humanities-study.html' title='Welcome to Holocaust Humanities Study in Film and Literature!'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-4945769907943987450</id><published>2008-12-29T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T08:06:08.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to a Few Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SVj0-fd-0DI/AAAAAAAABIs/_aiosleUXOM/s1600-h/ThumbnailServer2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SVj0-fd-0DI/AAAAAAAABIs/_aiosleUXOM/s400/ThumbnailServer2.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285243517155594290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps none of you check this blog yet, but just in case, I wanted to update you on a few things.  First of all, I saw "Valkyrie" last night and it was amazing!  You should see it.  I can't wait to see "Defiance" in a few weeks!!!  Secondly, I just bought&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; The Book Thief&lt;/span&gt; and I will let you know how I like it.  Finally, unfortunately, I got the following email this morning from the Executive Director of my Tennessee Holocaust Commission Fellows Program.  It is in regard to the story I read to my classes all about the man and woman who supposedly met later in life and had been at the same camp, but on different sides.  It has been proven to be fraud.  Feel free to read below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jodi:&lt;br /&gt;I do not know if any of you have told this story your classroom-but sadly it has been exposed as a fake. It is hard enough to comprehend the Holocaust for its own historical event so it is very troubling when individuals embellish the experience.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gqrb4uMpbj8D7T-XHwX0ylu0Q-0AD95BQUR00&lt;br /&gt;Anger, sadness over fabricated Holocaust story&lt;br /&gt;By HILLEL ITALIE – 22 hours ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW YORK (AP) — It's the latest story that touched, and betrayed, the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Herman Rosenblat and his wife are the most gentle, loving, beautiful people," literary agent Andrea Hurst said Sunday, anguishing over why she, and so many others, were taken by Rosenblat's story of love born on opposite sides of a barbed-wire fence at a concentration camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I question why I never questioned it. I believed it; it was an incredible, hope-filled story."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Berkley Books canceled Rosenblat's memoir, "Angel at the Fence." Rosenblat acknowledged that he and his wife did not meet, as they had said for years, at a sub-camp of Buchenwald, where she allegedly sneaked him apples and bread. The book was supposed to come out in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosenblat, 79, has been married to the former Roma Radzicky for 50 years, since meeting her on a blind date in New York. In a statement issued Saturday through his agent, he described himself as an advocate of love and tolerance who falsified his past to better spread his message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted to bring happiness to people," said Rosenblat, who now lives in the Miami area. "I brought hope to a lot of people. My motivation was to make good in this world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosenblat's believers included not only his agent and his publisher, but Oprah Winfrey, film producers, journalists, family members and strangers who ignored, or didn't know about, the warnings from scholars that his story didn't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Holocaust memoirists have devised greater fantasies. Misha Defonseca, author of "Misha: A Memoire of the Holocaust Years," pretended she was a Jewish girl who lived with wolves during the war, when she was actually a non-Jew who lived, without wolves, in Belgium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Historical records prove Rosenblat was indeed at Buchenwald and other camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How sad that he felt he had to embellish a life of surviving the Holocaust and of being married for half a century," said Holocaust scholar Michael Berenbaum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage is broad. Publishing, the most trusting of industries, has again been burned by a memoir that fact-checking might have prevented. Berkley is an imprint of Penguin Group (USA), which in March pulled Margaret B. Jones' "Love and Consequences" after the author acknowledged she had invented her story of gang life in Los Angeles. Winfrey fell, as she did with James Frey, for a narrative of suffering and redemption better suited for television than for history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damage is deep. Scholars and other skeptics as well as fellow survivors fear that Rosenblat's fabrications will only encourage doubts about the Holocaust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am very worried because many of us speak to thousands of student each year," says Sidney Finkel, a longtime friend of Rosenblat's and a fellow survivor. "We go before audiences. We tell them a story and now some people will question what I experienced."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was not Holocaust education but miseducation," Ken Waltzer, director of Jewish Studies at Michigan State University, said in a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holocaust experience is not heartwarming, it is heart rending. All this shows something about the broad unwillingness in our culture to confront the difficult knowledge of the Holocaust," Waltzer said. "All the more important then to have real memoirs that tell of real experience in the camps."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the fooled, at least the partially fooled, was Berenbaum, former director of the United States Holocaust Research Institute at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington. Berenbaum had been asked to read the manuscript by film producer Harris Salomon, who still plans an adaptation of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berenbaum's tentative support — "Crazier things have happened," he told The Associated Press last fall — was cited by the publisher as it initially defended the book. Berenbaum now says he saw factual errors, including Rosenblat's description of Theresienstadt, the camp from which he was eventually liberated, but didn't think of challenging the love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a limit to what I can verify, because I was not there," he says. "I can verify the general historical narrative, but in my research I rely upon the survivors to present the specifics of their existence with integrity. When they don't, they destroy so much and they ruin so much, and that's terrible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was burned," he added. "And I have to read books more skeptically because I was burned."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-4945769907943987450?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/4945769907943987450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=4945769907943987450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4945769907943987450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/4945769907943987450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-to-few-things.html' title='Update to a Few Things'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SVj0-fd-0DI/AAAAAAAABIs/_aiosleUXOM/s72-c/ThumbnailServer2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-494749544088683672</id><published>2008-10-21T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:39:53.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EOP Update</title><content type='html'>The Educational Outreach Program at Vanderbilt University, sponsored by the Irwin and Elizabeth Limor Foundation and the Tennessee Holocaust Commission, was yesterday.  We went early and met with some of the other Fellows and their students where we had Nerf gun fights and played poker for Starburst.  :)  All in all, it was a great trip.  I will admit that I had envisioned us sitting around in a big circle, discussing Holocaust literature and the genocide in Darfur, which did not happen.  :)  However, the kids were great and we had a lot of fun together.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6XmgzPuUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DIt3p5_aeP4/s1600-h/DSC02898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6XmgzPuUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DIt3p5_aeP4/s200/DSC02898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808102711015746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6Xm7R-hSI/AAAAAAAAA10/eNOTzXfjmzA/s1600-h/DSC02909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6Xm7R-hSI/AAAAAAAAA10/eNOTzXfjmzA/s200/DSC02909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808109819233570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6XnQr-M4I/AAAAAAAAA18/OPdD9J6YH8U/s1600-h/DSC02913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6XnQr-M4I/AAAAAAAAA18/OPdD9J6YH8U/s200/DSC02913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808115565409154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Program was so wonderful.  The theme was Hidden Messages: Nazi Propaganda and it was such a timely theme with our election coming up.  (Not that either of our parties compare to the Nazi's, but you certainly see major propaganda during an election year!)  We had three breakout sessions, one with Ann Miller from the USHMM where we analyzed propaganda posters in small groups, one with Paul Fleming from the THC and principal at Humme-Fogg Magnet School where we discussed contemporary genocides and the role that science and "true, proven facts" play in propaganda, and one with Jan Hattleberg who is an art teacher where we created our own advertisements using quotes from Obama, McCain, or Hitler.  The hands-on work was very enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6aNa9Fl5I/AAAAAAAAA2E/o5-mMVr9r-c/s1600-h/DSC02928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6aNa9Fl5I/AAAAAAAAA2E/o5-mMVr9r-c/s200/DSC02928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259810970179835794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6aN0Ch48I/AAAAAAAAA2M/CgOahJMiIyE/s1600-h/DSC02930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6aN0Ch48I/AAAAAAAAA2M/CgOahJMiIyE/s200/DSC02930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259810976913548226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6aOQdgfnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/NqP5pheNmss/s1600-h/DSC02937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6aOQdgfnI/AAAAAAAAA2U/NqP5pheNmss/s200/DSC02937.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259810984542895730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we ended the day by hearing from Frances Cutler.   She is a Holocaust survivor who was a hidden child.  She was three years old when her mother sent her to an orphanage in Paris to save her life.  Her mother was murdered at Auschwitz and her father died as a French resistance fighter.  Her story was so moving and she was such a sweet, approachable lady.  More of &lt;a href="http://www.tennesseeholocaustcommission.org/livingon/biographies/details.php?livonID=9"&gt;her stor&lt;/a&gt;y can be read on the &lt;a href="http://www.tennesseeholocaustcommission.org/livingon/"&gt;"Living On" site&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6d_45v5BI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HWUFkLp4pe8/s1600-h/DSC02946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6d_45v5BI/AAAAAAAAA2c/HWUFkLp4pe8/s200/DSC02946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259815135747236882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6d_1XI_yI/AAAAAAAAA2k/8Iu6wTahDlk/s1600-h/Frances+Cutler+Ship.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6d_1XI_yI/AAAAAAAAA2k/8Iu6wTahDlk/s200/Frances+Cutler+Ship.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259815134796775202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6eALxqCXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/SdKt4f5LJ9c/s1600-h/DSC02951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6eALxqCXI/AAAAAAAAA2s/SdKt4f5LJ9c/s200/DSC02951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259815140813572466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two day trip was wonderful and I am so glad that we went.  Thanks to Josh, Ashley, Adam, Elizabeth, Isaac, and Paulina, for going with me.  You guys were great and I was proud to be represented by you!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6gPq87MkI/AAAAAAAAA20/YWAkty7CtyI/s1600-h/DSC02921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6gPq87MkI/AAAAAAAAA20/YWAkty7CtyI/s320/DSC02921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259817605903626818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6gP0zNRYI/AAAAAAAAA28/Q5u1x9QCMwk/s1600-h/DSC02949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6gP0zNRYI/AAAAAAAAA28/Q5u1x9QCMwk/s320/DSC02949.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259817608547222914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-494749544088683672?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/494749544088683672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=494749544088683672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/494749544088683672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/494749544088683672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/eop-update.html' title='EOP Update'/><author><name>A. Davis</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698639320938140714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XchK7n3WEDM/SP6XmgzPuUI/AAAAAAAAA1s/DIt3p5_aeP4/s72-c/DSC02898.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7632886287806801319.post-835105584150938618</id><published>2008-10-19T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T08:24:47.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Educational Outreach Program</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post (to nowhere and no one, apparently) that I am SO excited to be attending the Educational Outreach Program put on by the Tennessee Holocaust Commission and the Elizabeth Limor Foundation at Vanderbilt University tomorrow!  I am equally excited that some of the other Teacher Fellows with me will be attending with their students as well and we are all staying the night together at the mission Jill and her husband run.  How cool to have an evening with students from across the state, all passionate about Holocaust education!  I will update after Monday's seminar with all of the new and exciting facts I learned and the amazing survivor testimony I am sure to hear.  I will also be addressing a new audience by then, as the students who are traveling with me are in Holocaust Literature next semester and will surely be checking this blog after this weekend!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7632886287806801319-835105584150938618?l=davishlit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/feeds/835105584150938618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7632886287806801319&amp;postID=835105584150938618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/835105584150938618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7632886287806801319/posts/default/835105584150938618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davishlit.blogspot.com/2008/10/educational-outreach-program.html' title='Educational Outreach Program'/><author><name>A. 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