The Holocaust

i love learning about the Holocaust. i mean, it's so horrible and it's makes me cry and feel sick and mad, but i just love reading books about it or learning about it. we're doing a Holocaust unit in language arts, and it's really sad and amazing. we did this poster tour and made butterflies in honor of the children who died and now they're hanging up in the halls, and we read the broadway version of Anne Frank's diary. but what was so amazing was yesterday, a holocaust survivor came and talked to us. he's the grandpa of one of the girls in 8th grade, and he told us about how he was separated from his family and how a dutch girl smuggled him underground to safety and how he practically starved in an orphanage and how his parents survived auschwitz and all this amazingness and sadness and wonderfulness. gosh, it was so cool. thank you to mr. arnold vandenburg!!!

now i really want to write a letter to miep gies, the lady who helped hide anne frank's family. she just had her 100th birthday, and was her when we read the play aloud. she is pretty awesome. 

now on to much less inspiring stuff. sigh . . .