Personal Writing – Veracruz

Around 1 and a half year ago, One of my close friends decided that for his birthday he would take me and 2 other friends to Veracruz. Veracruz is a 2-3 hour drive from where I live, Puebla. His little brother, mom, dad and an chacha came too. On the way there we played on our nintendo switches, which is a portable console, Me and the friend that planned the tripped were playing a brand new game that came out like 2 weeks ago at the time, this made my other 2 friends very anxious. Once we got to Veracruz we went to a sushi restaurant, I dont remember what I got but I remember my friend ate a lot of wasabi, this didnt end well for him. We got to my friends parents apartment and got all set up, there were 4 rooms, 1 for the chacha, 1 for the parents and the little brother, and the other 2 for us. After getting everything set up we all just chilled for a bit then went to the pool, it was really fun, I lost my slippers sadly. Everyone decided to head back to the apartment and get ready to go to the mall, when we got there we went to a really good seafood restaurant, we ate next to a great view to the sea, my mask also flew off sadly. We strolled around the mall for a bit, I got ice cream and then left back to the apartment. After joking around for a while we went to sleep, me and my friend turned the lights off an hour later, and had a deep talk about women for the next hour. The next morning we woke up to the beatiful sound of waves crashing against the sand, tho I saw my friend still asleep, I woke up good that day so i let him be, I went to my other friends and saw they were still asleep, I went to the couch and waited for them to wake up. When everyone was awake we had breakfast, and then me and my friend played on our nintendo switches, one of my friends decided he couldnt wait anymore and bought the game we were playing, now only one guy didnt have the game. We didnt do much that day, except that night we went to an enclosed theme park and gokart racing, this is where tragedy struck. I was carrying my phone with me, and i put it in my pockets and got inside the gokart, my dumbass didnt leave it behind, the race started, i was halfway through when I noticed my phone was about to fall and be crushed by the wheel, I reached for it, but then I hit the wall. My phone was cracked, I was pissed, I cannot bear this type of stuff, I was so mad, and I didnt even win the god damn race, after the gokarts we just had fun at some arcades in the enclosed theme park and headed home. That night we were in the couch playing on our nintendos, until the last friend that didnt have the game, acquired it, so we all joined the same party in the game and had a great time, then we went to sleep and talk. The next morning was going to be the best day, because it was my friends birthday and his parents friend had a yacht and we were going to use it, so we did, we met with my friends cousins and uncles too. We went to a mini island and found lots of stuff, like fishes or sea urchins, we also jumped off the yacht into the water. We then later chilled and went to the sea and jumped in, we then went to the front of the yacht and had deep conversations again for the thirth time. We then headed to the apartment and got him a cake and smashed his head into it, We then played the same game again and went to sleep instantly after. The next morning we packed everything up, went to have breakfast, I had pancackes, and headed back home. This memory is definetly one of my happiest memories I will always cherish.

Personal Writing #1

The Perks of Being a Wallflower is a beautiful movie that was released in 2012, directed by Stephen Chbosky. This film was originally a novel (published in 1999) also written by Stephen Chbosky and was later turned into a film. This text will focus on the film adaptation of the story, the main character Charlie, and one of the most powerful quotes I have been exposed to.

This story starts by introducing us to a character named Charlie who has just joined a new high school and is welcomed into a group of social outcasts (otherwise known as Wallflowers). We follow him through his first year of high school; times that are both carefree and melancholic. As the movie progresses, we notice how his mental state plays a great factor in the development of his new life and how we perceive the character that is Charlie Kelmeckis. He ages with the movie, and discovers new passions, such as writing and English class itself. After class one day, Charlie approaches Mr. Anderson (his English teacher) with the question “Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?”, and with this, his English teacher originates an extremely powerful quote; “Well, we accept the love we think we deserve.”, which practically carries the entire movie’s sentiment in a few words. It is clear that this quote majorly impacts Charlie and supplies him with a new view of the world around him. Many factors contribute to this extremely well-written character, who expresses incredible amounts of genuine emotion throughout the film. I feel that he has very authentic qualities and perfectly depicts how mental illness can affect someone’s personality and overall life. And in my opinion, Charlie Kelmeckis and his story make up one of the most astonishing films I have ever watched.

Nyah Sharratt – 10/27

Exhalation

On every exhalation, there are small pieces

Every chatter I have,

Shatter things I adore

Without the parts that left me,

I would never be the same

To myself 5 years ago

 

Pieces of me

Derived through the air

Shall be still there, on my beloved ones

Though I have changed

The image in their minds never changes

 

Personal Writing #1

I wake up to the sudden sound of my alarm clock. I drowsily roll over to turn it off. The soft taps of the rain hitting my window and the warmth of my bed is all I can think about. I lay there in peace, as though I have no care in the world. A few minutes pass and I suddenly hear my name, “Lisha come down, your going to be late”, my mother’s stern voice calls. I pick myself up from my bed, feeling like I am made of bricks, and slowly make my way downstairs. “You have to walk to school today, ok?” my mother says while she rushes around the house frantically. “And for the rain, I bought you a new rain jacket yesterday so you won’t get wet.” I look down at my cereal rubbing my eyes. “What about after school?” I ask, “Will you be able to get me or should I walk back?” “Ya, that would probably make things easier. Thank you” she says with relief hugging me. I nod and she rushes off again. “Ok I have to get going, see you after school!” she calls across the room as she slams the front door. I sit there in silence for a few seconds before I realize the time and decide to get moving.

I step off the front porch closing the door behind me. I see cars full of busy families rushing to school and work, hoping to get there in time. I also see the rain pouring from the sky and making puddles on the ground. I sigh as I turn around and go back inside. “I’ll go to school tomorrow” I say as I slip myself back into bed.

My future life

I have though of my future life many times, all that times I always end up changing something since Im a very indecisive person. I always wanted to have a family and a big house, I would like to have 2 kids. But before this I want to do many things. First of all I want to graduate from college and then start working. I still don’t know what Im going to study but I do know that I don’t want to go to university in Mexico, I prefer studying somewhere else like Spain, Canada, United States, etc. After university I want to start working, become independent and be my own source of money. My dream is to live in Italy or in New York, start working there, maybe open a business if possible and be happy while living my dream. Also I want to travel all around the world and get to know more cultures, food, and people. I’ll love to go to Japan and Singapore. I want to have an apartment and i would like to live there for a while. After I have achieve most of the things that I want, then I want to get married and have a big party with a beautiful dress, invite all my friends and family and just have a great time. Then babies can come and the big house but before this i want to have the time of my life, hangout with friends, go to parties, focus on my studies, everything that a teenager would do.

the secret behind plants

Oh, how I love plants. They make everything look cozy and positive. Their green color makes things look bright and colorful. Plants have useful skills that most humans do not have. Plants talk about their owner without embellishing. If the plants are happy and living, the owner is happy as well. If they are dying, maybe the owner is dead. Or lazy. Or the owner forgot to water them. But it says a lot more than one would think. Sometimes, people don’t even try to take care of them with the excuse “They will die in my care.” But if they would try slowly, with just one little plant, they will eventually get used to it. After some time, they could try to buy more and sooner or later have a big garden filled up with colors and scents. Thats why my mom always loved them. She had a lot of friends who she treated like her beloved plants. If you give them food, time to grow, and love, they’ll love you back.

Hockey provincials in Kelowna

Last year around June, my hockey team and I (U15 Reign Rep) went to Kelowna to participate in the BC provincials. We all took a bus together on the way to Kelowna, which was very fun, but very long. There is 18 of us, 2 goalies 9 forwards and 6 defense. We arrived at the hotel we were staying at in Kelowna and everyone’s energy was high. We all checked into our rooms, got ready and went to dinner all together. Once we finished dinner we went back to our hotel, and we all hung out for the rest of the night until we went to bed. In the morning we got up very early at 6am for an 8am game. We all met down in the lobby and left in the bus carrying our gear. It was about a 15-minute drive to the arena, so we listened to music and got mentally prepared for our game. We arrived at the rink, and all walked in together; wearing our matching black tracksuits and Nike runners we lay our bags of gear down on the floor of our change room. As we warm up outside the rink, we get a good look at all the other teams warming up for their games. Time goes by and we are all ready to go on the ice, our coaches come into our dressing room, and they give us a pep talk before going on. We won our first game against Castlegar. In between games we all went to Subway to eat before going on and playing again. Our second game was against Prince George. From what we have heard they weren’t a very strong team, so we went into the game thinking we were going to win. We lost. Everyone’s mindsets changed, and the mood was low. We spent the rest of the night upset with our actions of play, but we still made the most of Kelowna, and we went out for dinner and went to bed.

The next day was the final battle of our pool division. Against Surrey, we’ve played these girls before and have only beaten them twice in our regular league games. They are a tough team to compete against but that wasn’t going to stop us. Our game was a little later in the day, so we still had majority of our time to hang out with our team. Our coaches surprised us in the morning with rock climbing and a party bus to go and tour Kelowna. We spent the morning just spending time and having fun with each other, knowing that our next game could be the last game we play together. The day went by quick with fun activities. We arrived at the arena with our palms sweating and legs shaking. The whole warm up went by very smoothly and we were ready to play. Adrenaline flowed through our bodies as we waited for our coaches to be done talking. Suddenly we hear a buzzer outside our dressing room; it’s time to go on. The whole game we played great and right up until the timer it was a tie game. Everyone was on the edge of their seats. It was my line out next, for the last line of the game. WE SCORED! We beat the hardest team in the league! everyone was ecstatic and excited to be moving onto the next round of provincials.

A few hours later of celebrating we went back to the arena to see the results of our pool division. To our surprise they put Prince Georges name in front of ours; they beat us. We were done. We were all devastated and sad but at least we had a good season with the girls

Golf Achievements

I have been golfing for 2 years now. I played a little when I was younger, but not competitively. Golf is a sport that takes a long time to learn, I have been practicing as much as I can for the time being. I have learned that it takes a lot of precision, technicality, and time. The game is very mentally draining, frustrating, and you want you quit at times, and I have been there and if not, I still am. But since I have been playing, I have had 2 coaches, and the coach I am with now, has changed my game a lot. Since I have been training with him, I went up north to Prince George, and participated in the BC Summer Games. And by the end of the games, I finished second, which was a super big accomplishment for me, and I was proud that I was even able to qualify and compete in this tournament. Since I started playing golf, I have been competing in local tournaments called Callaway Junior Tours, in these tournaments you don’t win anything, and you are pretty much just learning the environment of tournaments. 1 month ago I also won first, at a club championship at Highland Pacific. This was also a highlight of my golfing career so far, because to be thinking I have only been playing 2 years and have completed these achievements, is pretty cool. By the end of my golfing career, I want to try and get a golf scholarship to UBC because they have a super good golf team for girls. I will be training as much as I can to achieve this.

Calla Eastgaard-Zaharko

Personal Writing

    Last spring break my family and I went on a trip to Maui. When we arrived at the airport in Maui, we got on a little trolly that took us to a car dealership where we got our car, a Mustang GT. As we were loading our luggage in the trunk of the convertible, we realized not all the suitcases would fit and that we would have to put them in the back seat of the car. The problem with this is that the inside of a Mustang GT is not very big. The back of the car only has two seats and there is not a lot of extra room. My dad was wondering if we should switch the car for another one. After a lot of shoving, we managed to fit all the suitcases in the trunk except for two. We opened the roof of the convertible and stacked the two suitcases between my brother and me in the back seat and put the roof back on. My brother and me were squished in the back seat. My head was touching the roof, my knees were pressed against the seat in front of me and I was pressed against the side of the car with a suitcase pressed into the other side of me. It was a very long drive to the hotel. The next day we went for a drive down this road that ran along the ocean, through a jungle, and by cliffs. The ocean was a vibrant turquoise, and you could smell the salty smell of it in the air. The road wound through a jungle that was full of birds, their cheering bird songs drifting through the air. The tall trees were full of vines that twisted and snaked throughout their branches and dangled down the sides of it like thick pieces of rope. The air was hot and humid and full of the fresh smells of the jungle and the ocean. As we drove around a bend in the road, you could see tall cliffs jutting out into the ocean, big waves crashing against rocks and shooting up a spray of water. The hot sun shined down on us while wind rushed against us, the perfect balance between hot and cold. The car was definitely worth it.

Personal writing

There is a memory engraved in my head since kindergarten. It all started when i hurt myself while playing on the playground. It was a sunny morning in the grey city called surrey, the sun shined through my windows early in the morning and I rose from my bed. It must have been 6 AM and everyone wlse was asleep. I got up slowly and quietly as to try and not wake up my brother who was sound asleep across the room. I cracked open the door and slid out of my room and down the hall to my parents room. I woke up my dad and ran downstairs before he got mad at me and woke everyone else up. He eventually came downstairs and asked why I had woken him up from his slumber. I told him i wanted to go play at the park before we went to school. With a sigh my father made himself a coffee an ate some breakfast before taking me on the short walk to go to the park. Once we arrived, I bolted across the wood chips and onto the red and grey playground. I played for around 30 minutes before tragedy struck. I was on the swings when my dad told me we had to leave, I thought it was a good idea to jump off of the swing but my finger was stuck in the chainlink holding the seat midair. I attempted to launch myself from said seat, and got pulled back and landed face first into the woodchips. The wind was knocked out of me for the first time in my life and I had a twisted finger.

The Time I Casually Got an Oblique Tibial Shaft Fracture PW #1

What seemed to be a day I was waiting for over two years resulted to be a disaster. It began when I decided to go to bed early because I did not want to fall asleep on the ride to mount Washington. I woke up numerous times at night trying to contain my excitement at times where it felt almost unreal that I was going to go skiing again. I had just gone off the phone with my friend at 3:30 in the morning deciding on where we were going to sit on the bus but before I knew it, it was time. I quickly got up from by bed, took a quick shower, stuffed all my skiing equipment into my backpack, and made myself breakfast. I had a full 9-hour sleep and had my morning cup of coffee and was ready to go. Once I was dropped off by my dad, I was ready to get on the bus. I boarded the charter bus and put my backpack onto the top shelf and sat down on my chair. 10 minutes later, the bus was off. It took around 3 hours to get to mount Washington and it was hard enough being the only person awake since there was no one to talk to, but I remembered to bring my iPad for that specific reason. Once we got to the mountain, I had to desperately search for someone who could tie my ski boots for me and luckily, I found a student tying everyone’s boots because the attendees were mostly international students who have never gone skiing before. Once I got my skis on, I went straight for the easiest hill on the mountain, the Reverse Traverse. At first, it was a smooth breeze down the hill. Since this was my third time skiing, I was confident. Then I went down the hill a second time, and the already bad snowstorm got worse. I went down the first slope and almost fell, but I quickly regained balance. Then, it got much worse. The snow continued to pile up and eventually, I fell victim to a icy bump. I was thrown off my skis and started rolling down the hill, then I suddenly stopped. I tried to stand back up, but I was unsuccessful in doing so. A sharp pain went down my leg and when I tried to move it, I felt the shattered bone in my left leg rocking back and forth. I yelled as loud as I could, trying to catch the attention of nearby skiers until a skier saw me on the ground and called the ski patrol as I was begging for him to take off my ski. 10 minutes later while shivering on the ground, a member of the ski patrol came with a toboggan to take me down to the first aid building. It all seemed like a straightforward process, until the doctor had to figure out how to take off my ski boots. I was given laughing gas and inhaled a lot of it which seemed to help with the pain. The moment the ambulance arrived I was put into another stretcher with a box cast on my leg. Surely it couldn’t get worse than this? Once I waited an hour for my X-Ray to get taken, I was told that I would have to get surgery which I have never gotten before. It took me a while to process everything since at first it seemed that it wouldn’t be such a big deal, but then once I woke up from my surgery, I had a new cast on my leg that was half plaster half bandage. It didn’t hurt at first until the morphine wore off and I felt it all. Until this day, I have had to cope with the fracture since I still have the metal pins in my leg. I was on crutches for three months until I was given the green light to walk normally on my broken leg. My ankle was barely movable at first due to muscle atrophy, but it took me another four weeks until I was able to walk like I did before. Breaking my leg reminded me that I wasn’t indestructible and that I should pay more attention to the slopes next time.

Personal Writing

On October the 9th I had a golf tournament at Highland Pacific Golf Club. Up to this, I had been hitting the ball great. I was (and still am) practicing every day, keeping my game as sharp as possible. I got to the course and went to the range to warm up. I was hitting it very good, so my expectations were high. The greens proved to be rolling  fast, so I had to learn the speed. To get the speed down, my dad always taught me to hit putts uphill and downhill, back and forth. Once that is mastered, move on to flatter putts. This worked good for him, and good for me. As my name was called, I was excited and a little nervous. I have played in many, many tournaments previously so the nerves weren’t anything new to me. My first shot went down the middle of the fairway. This helped settle the nerves a little. I would go on to make 2 early bogeys, however I made a 30-foot putt for birdie on the 9th hole. I finished 2 over through 9, a decent score. I was playing very well, until the 16th hole. I had 125 yards, so I thought. Turns out that was the yardage to the back rocks, and the pin was only 95 yards away. I airmailed the green long, into a hazard. This resulted in a double bogey. I went on to finish 78, good for 3rd place out of 15 which is alright. I could have played better, but that is golf. It is a game of misses, and whoever misses the best will generally win.

What happens During a basketball game PW #1

 

During a basketball game, there are 5 positions et for each player. The Point guard, Shooting guard, Small forward, Power forward, and Center the positions you get usually depends on your size and your skill, the position I play is center, during the game I set screens for the point guard and roll, when you roll your cutting to the basket and it helps with getting opened and scoring. The point guard is supposed to dribble the ball down the court looking for an open person or an open chance to call out a play. When the point guard calls the play all the players should react to it and move around to their positions that they practiced, if the defense reacts to there fist option then they move to the second, and if they react to the second they move to the third option. The first option is usually passing to the shooting guard whole will run around the screen set by the power forward, depending on how your play is, your second and third option is always different. The most consistent shooter on the team is the shooting guard, he takes most of the shots during the game, and the center and power forward box out every time there is a ball getting shot. the center posts up which is pushing on the defender and the power forward drives the ball in the paint.

The story of Vaizix Part 1

The world of Vaisix is a medieval fantasy world that has been in a struggle for power for years between 6 big factions founded by houses. The first house and the most noble is the House Hardegen. The second is House Persefall which controls the icy north. The third house is House Guibert which is in the west of the mainland and has big bastions and big defenses but lacks good offense. The fourth house is house Ancelmus which controls the East of the mainland and they don’t have many defenses but have a great offense strategy and have had a long standing rivalry with House Guilbert. The 5th house is house Percival which controls the warm south and has big advancements in ship technology so they control the seas. The 6th and last house is house Ranulph which controls the center of the mainland and has big cities with big fortifications. They are the main power in the mainland and have a big trade empire. There is a 7th evil faction which is controlled by Lord Brevil, the Lord of the Dead and he has a very powerful army which he uses to raid the enemy factions and try to rise to the golden throne of Vaizix, like his predecessor, the Lord of Death also known as Dark King once did. The golden throne has its origins after the great war of Expansion between the Dark Legions and the Alliance of Vaizix conformed by the great duchies and empires of the old Realm.

Train to Nowhere: 1

The Midnight Ball is extravagant. The school reserved the hotel’s conference room just for us. The girls are wearing beautiful long gowns while the boys wear suits tailored just for them. The ballroom is filled with arranged wildflower in vases on top of white round tables. The girls heels clack as a slow-dancing song plays. A girl with brown braids and pink puffy dress, Mya, dances with Tristan. Beside the lovebirds are Lucas and Jeremy who are messing around together as always. At the middle table stood a pyramid of banana muffins and a bowl of punch. I walk towards the table and got myself two cups of juice and searched for Jade; she is resting on one of the balconies. Her blonde hair shines in the moonlight and her green eyes glitter while her white dress flutters in the wind. I shoved her the cup of juice I’ve gotten for her. We talk about stupid things: what the punch is made of, how stupid this entire ball is, how we wished something more exciting would happen.

Suddenly, Mr. Sharma clangs his glass of champagne as he walks up to the stage to make an announcement, “Tonight is the last night we are staying here… As we are heading elsewhere tomorrow!” The room groans. “We’ve been assigned by the governor to assess all of your abilities to survive in the real world. We know that you are able to work together to take down this serial killer on the loose!”

Before any of us could process what is going on, the teachers force us out of the hall and into our rooms.

“Sweet dreams, Jade and Abigail. Have the rest you will need,” smiles Mrs. Hampton, as she locks our door. As the room filled with silence and darkness, I closed my eyes.

PW#1 What is fair

Does being fair mean treating everyone exactly the same? (Explain why / why not.)

We often use the words “fair” or “ unfair”. However, what is fair?. In my opinion, the answer of this question is yes. Some people say that it depends on the situations, we should deal flexibly. But there is no ways to listen to everyone’s request. So it’s the better way to treat everyone same but we need to remind it is not the best way. I learned the differences between fair and equality in Japan. It said fair is to get what they need in order to be successful and equality is to get everybody same thing. In other words, fair is focused on the result and equality is focused on the process. It makes sense but I think they should be the same thing. For example, there are three people who are watching the soccer game. And there is the wall. So one of them can’t see the game because he is not enough tall and he is still a child. Should we give the box only for him or all of them? That is the point. But, everyone has childhood. It seems fair for me because I believe that people grow stronger through challenges. Though people in the society should be who give him a box, the society should not be like that.Do women get some handicaps because just they are women? It should not be. It’s the same things. There is no discriminations but also no compassions. If you need something, you should get by yourself. At least the society should be.

A party I will never forget

It is very traditional in Mexico to have a party for your xvs (quinceañera), so I did. I woke up that day feeling really nervous because it was a very expected party by almost all of my friends, so normally I start overthinking. What if it isn’t a good party and I disappoint everyone? But my dad calmed me down. Early in the morning, I got my make-up and my hair done, and I put my dress on, and we started taking pictures. The pictures took like 3 hours because all my family wanted to get pictures. After that, I went to church, and the priest gave a really nice ceremony. After the ceremony ended, all my best friends were waiting for me outside with lighted candles. We went to the party. I was so excited because it was something I had been thinking about since I was a little kid. The decorations turned out beautifully. Later, all of my family and friends arrived, but they couldn’t see me because I was in a room, but I got out when I danced a vals with my dad. This was a very special moment for us. We cried, we danced, we laughed, and it was beautiful. Following that, I danced with my best friend to a surprise dance, and after everything ended, the party began. So there were a lot of people, about 1,000 people were registered entering the event, but the DJ was fantastic, so everyone was able to dance. I did not leave the dance floor until the whole party ended. I did not even have dinner, but it was worth it. Not only that, but I had so much fun; it was the party of the year. Furthermore, I received lots of compliments about how great the party was. It will undoubtedly be something I never forget. Finally, the party ended at 7 a.m. I was very tired, but the next day was my actual birthday, so I had another party with all my family too. It ended at 9 a.m. I was exhausted, but I had a really nice time. It is certainly something I will never forget.

 

Personal Writing- Time is ticking, Donna!

A book that I am currently rereading is The Secret History by Donna Tartt. I have read the majority of her books, and she truly deserves the recognition she receives. Within her books and in real life, she truly finds new ways to keep her readers guessing. An example of this is the fact that throughout her career spanning 30 years, she has only produced 3 pieces, all of which are revered in the reading community. The Secret History being her debut in 1992, The Little Friend released in 2002, and The Goldfinch being released in 2013. Throughout her releases there seems to be a particular pattern. Donna releases her books every ten or so years.

While it hasn’t been confirmed, most find it obvious that it is on purpose. It usually doesn’t take ten years to write a single novel, so it must be. Her quite patient fans are asking, is it time for another publication? We are soon approaching the threshold, the dawn of a new era. It isn’t the case of an absence, because The Goldfinch was adapted into a movie in 2019, and she ardently showed her support. Any reader of hers knows that she is a big fan of making suspense known, so why not do it in real life? However, it may just be a coincidence, I try to be an optimist. I still recommend you to get ready for a five-hundred to a thousand page novel, that will without a doubt be worth the wait. 

Personal writing response – Camping Trip.

My personal writing response is about the time my brother and I caught minnows and fried them at a beach near a cabin we were staying at in Pinawa, Manitoba. 

       On July 6, 2013, sometime in the afternoon, my brother and I decided to head down to the beach to catch whatever critters lurked in the waters. We put on our bathing suits, and each equipped a small bucket and a small fishing net. An hour after we arrived at the beach, we ended up catching roughly 42 minnows altogether. My brother and I debated on what to do with the minnows and ended up deciding to fry the minnows over an outdoor fireplace near the cabin we were staying at. Arriving at the cabin we asked our dad to assist us with starting a fire. Once the fire began to rise, we placed aluminum paper on top of the fire along with all the minnows. After a short period of time the skin of the lifeless minnows frying over the fire became burnt. We removed the minnows off the fireplace and placed them onto a plate sitting on a picnic table beside the fireplace.  

       After displacing the minnows, we noticed a lot of steam coming off the minnows, so we left them untouched until no steam was visible to us. My brother and I played a game of cards while waiting for the minnows to cool down. The minnows resting on the plate finally cooled off but still had a gross black and unappetizing crisp to them. I picked up a minnow with my fingers and placed it into my mouth. I soon felt sympathy for myself after exposing my taste buds to the horrifying and utterly bitter taste of the minnow. Since that day, I’ve never consumed another minnow. 

PW #1 – How we celebrate Christmas in my family

In my family is almost tradition that every holiday all of the family gets together in the house of a relative for dinner. On Christmas we celebrated with a dinner with all the family on a house of a relative almost ever years is on my house, so we decorate a lot. Every Christmas we decorate the same just in different colours, the best one was when the theme of the tree decoration was candies, but because the theme was candies there where lots of glitter and it was really messy when we started decorate it, but it was worth it. 

My mom, dad and grandma made some of the food like turkey, spaghetti, and the main dishes. Other family members brought sweet desserts to cooperate. We have a game that is tradition between my family, the game is about you get a random name of any family member that is going to be present and you have to buy a gif for that person, but without let it them know, then the night of Christmas you have say things to describe the person you got to give the gift and the other have to guess for who is it, but we have another game that you make prank gift and you put it on a table full of others prank gifts at the end of the night you have to grab one that you like, but someone can stole it from you if they want, when the game is over you can open the gifts that you stole or you got and sometimes may be good things like valuables things and others can be just a empty can of beens.

Personal writing #1

On the first weekend of October, my family and I went to the mainland to go to my dad’s friend’s wedding. We met at a beach not too far from the city and it was very late out. Mid-way through the wedding, the wind started to get abnormally quick and started to mess up everything because everything was paper plates and plastic forks which are very light after about 30 minutes of heavy wind they had to call off the wedding because everything was flying around and it was not the way they wanted to get married so they arranged it for the next day but we only booked one day up there so we had to come back to Langford where I live now and we missed the wedding but it was fun even though it was very windy and would do it again if given the chance.

Personal Writing

Some call it the wasteland, others the apocalypse, but to me, its just home. Its all I’ve ever known home to be. As I feel my consciousness ebbing away at night, my head is strained from the violent sight of bloodshed as the gunshots continually replay in my mind. Drifting off to sleep, all things begin to fade to silence at last. Screaming, my chest immediately lifts to ninety degrees, and my eyes widen with fear. Sweating profusely, shallow rapid breathing and my heart pounding frantically against its cage of ribs.

Two twenty two am. Letting out a deep and steady breath, I relax my eyes shrunk back into my own skin and attempt to regain my sanity. Exhausted by it all. I fall back onto my rigid mattress and lay my head down against my cold pillow. ” Think of anything”, I mutter under my breath. Anything to relieve myself from the disturbing images that are fused into my brain. But it was something about the brutal and perilous sound of cannons in the distance that compelled me to envision the complete opposite. I visualised a meadow on a quiet spring day full of vivid and unique flowers that glimmered against the beaming sunlight and caught the smooth brush of wind every now and then. Tranquil and serene, peace flowed through the meadow like an effortless ribbon of water that streams through a river. I had never experienced this before, but the idea of it lay so close to my heart.

Eight thirteen a.m. I awaken to the normality of gunshots and the nauseating smell of death that was just another everyday occurrence. The feeling of my brain shifting gears between unconscious and fully aware is draining. It consumes every ounce of right and wrong and leaves my soul feeling empty. Standing on two feet I begin to circle around my room pointlessly while trying to ignore the outside surroundings. Eventually, I give in as my curiosity takes over. Tenderly drawing the curtains aside, the sight of war is unveiled infront of my eyes. Chaos and ferocity is staring at me. The wailing sirens struck fear into the struggling crowd of panicking civilians. Children crying. Buildings collapsing. Corpeses rotting. Bullets were not moving through the air, they were simply atmosphere. The screams outside were silenced for longer than normal. A chilling sensation runs through to me bones but before I had time to take another breath, a deafening bang caused the city to rapidly warp into flames. Explosions. Speechless I stood my heart dropped. Struggling to gather myself I took notice of a young child. He lay on the rubble helpless and restricted. Apprehensive, I needed to see him. My mother clutching onto my wrists, desperate for me to get him. I stopped instantly when I saw it. Two bullets to the heart, the little boy lay in his fate. I turned away, shaking my head in disbelief. Trembling, I took a step closer, my lips began to quiver as I quietly whimpered. Hesitantly turning back, a single teardrop rippled down my cheek. For moments earlier a child had walked the street but now there was only blood, crumbling walls and a sense that all that was good in the universe had cried out in pain.

He was too young. Too innocent. Kneeling down, I caught a glimpse of his deep, green eyes. I gazed intently at them as they reminded me of something familiar. Tilting my head, I paused to think. My face lit up and I half smiled. My visions of the peaceful meadow came back to me. Butterflies filled the air with new changed and beginnings. Nature gave animals a habitat to be able to live and survive. Flowers blossomed gracefully as they brought a sweet fragrance to the atmosphere. Something about these visions gave me hope. A hope that maybe one day I can experience it. A hope that maybe one day I can call it home.

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Page “5113”  – Jm.Y

       I wonder. What keeps me alive? What motivates me to go on with my life? What makes me try my best although nothing is really rewarded? Every day, I start a new part of my life. I start off with a blank page. I start filling up the page with every hour, every minute, and every second I spend in the day. Sometimes these stories end up being fortunate, and sometimes they are not. Sometimes they come up with a good ending, while some do not. This cycle continues; the pages stack on top of each other; creating a long story – life. Everyone’s stories are unique to one. They all have different settings, plots, conflicts, and resolutions. My story of life is very hectic. There are unexpected things going on in my life as well as weird happenings. However, good things tend to happen unexpectedly, as do bad things. This keeps me motivated to live life and continue my story – with every page added every day. The story isn’t over yet – there are more things that are waiting for me – whether that is positive or negative. I still have a lot to go on with my adventure. In fact, I am on Pg. 5113. 

– Jeongmin Yoon

The Apartment Ending

This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked in a big building where he was employee #427.

 

I push these buttons,

Day in, day out,

Without rest,

Without remorse.

Everything else is forgotten,

For they are my heaven.

 

Why do I sit here,

In my cubicle,

Staring at the screen,

Waiting for my next order,

And each subsequent message,

Never letting in a free thought as leverage?

 

But what if I could leave this melancholy?

What if the whole building was desolate?

What if I could have…

A choice?

 

I could walk down the beige, carpeted hallways,

Nervous of being followed,

Tinkering with anything I want,

And going through any door I wish to explore.

I could be free of that machine

And free of being seen.

 

Except for you.

Why are you in my head?

Why are you trying to control me?

Why did you lie about her?

Who are you?

 

I simply play to my intended purpose, the same as Stanley. We’re not so different, I suppose. I’ll try once more to convey all this to him. I’m compelled to.

December 2019, A Pre-Covid Memory:  The Prince of Wales Lottery

Rows of twinkling lights shimmer along the high street store fronts on Piccadilly Circus. A shop door opens, and a blast of joyful Christmas carols fills my ears. The warm smell of roasted chestnuts wafts in the December air. My fingertips brush against a candy cane wrapper scrunched up in the pocket of my parka. It is almost time for dinner. My taste buds are anticipating the custard tarts we plan to pick up later from the Portuguese bakery in Soho. But first, we have come to the West End.

My mum, grandmother and I have each put our names in a lottery to win tickets for tonight’s show. We placed our ballots with hundreds of others into an enormous golden spinning drum. Now we are standing outside the opulent Prince of Wales Theatre, waiting for the draw to commence. My fingers are crossed tightly in my mitts. Please, please, please let my name be called! We can see our breath, but I am not paying attention to the cold.

Wearing a top hat, and a fancy coat with tails, the theatre manager calls out the first name. A man in the back cheers and runs up to collect his pair of winning tickets. Then a second name is called, then a third name, a fourth, and a fifth. The theatre will be giving out seven pairs of tickets. Front row tickets. 

I begin to feel disheartened —but then the manager calls out—“Heather Brown!”. Next to me, my mum lets out a hoot. She hops up the steps to collect her two tickets.  A thought crosses my mind. We need tickets for four people . . . .

The manager bellows, “And the final two tickets for tonight’s show go to . . .  Samantha Zinn!”.  My heart sinks.

But wait! Where is the winner? A few minutes pass, yet Samantha is nowhere to be seen. What? Tension in the crowd augments. That means one last name will be drawn! I nervously watch the golden drum turn, and see the slips of paper tumble inside. I close my eyes.

“Finnegan Brown!”  

“That’s YOU Finn!”, my grandma laughs out loud.

We’ve won four tickets! We can all go!  Both my grandparents, my mum and I.  Christmas in London is always magical. To be honest, the events leading up to the show stand out more in my memory than the actual show itself. That frosty December evening on Piccadilly Circus is one of my favourite memories.

Comparing “They Shall Not Grow Old” with “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Soldiers Home”

They Shall Not Grow Old” is a documentary film made to show the lives of the Soldiers fighting in WW1. The film is very interesting yet gruesome but teaches us the importance of the soldiers who fought for their country. The footage was colorized for our visuals and the interviews of men who served in the war played over the tapes. Much of what the men said in the documentary matches with what Baumer and Krebs explained through their stories. It seems like every man who spoke has a sense of sympathy for the war, and once the war was over even though they should be happy there was a sense of sadness. They knew that once they had to leave the battle they would go back home; out cased from society.

Although “All Quiet on the Western Front” andSoldiers Home” are both pieces of literature and “They Shall Not Grow Old” is a Film, they all taught me very similar information. Before reading and watching these sources the war in a way was glamorized in my mind. I didn’t know the atrocities that these men had suffered and the life that was lived at battle. I found it particularly interesting that in “They Shall Not Grow Old”, even at the worst moments in these men’s lives, they kept smiling and having fun.

In conclusion, I enjoyed learning from all of these sources. I found “They Shall Not Grow Old” more fascinating because I could look at the visuals and hear the noises of the bombing and explosions, which impacted me a bit more than “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Soldiers Home”.

Personal Writing #1 – A poem:

Déjà vu:

Waking up the same way every day,

Alarm set for 6:30, can’t be late!

Slept about eight to ten hours yet still feeling tired.

Can’t say no though,

Have to push through it,

Be the model student because we have to prove we can do it.

Can’t ask for help,

Show no signs of weakness,

Can’t show them we’re just a big mess.

Life can be tough for anyone,

For us though,

It’s a mountain to climb.

No time for a social life,

No time to smile,

Get the work done or feel the burden,

Once that’s done,

We can finally close the curtain.

Sports keep us busy,

And so does music but at least we have Sunday for relaxation and playing with church kids.

Summer is great, we get to have fun, go to camp, and soak up some sun, and like this year,

Getting dunked!

But once summer’s over, its back to school,

The terror has begun.

As the cycle continues,

It feels like nothing new though.

All it feels like;

Déjà vu.

Anne Frank IRJE #1

Anne Frank’s diary was a story like no other. Just after WWII, not many people had the knowledge of all the atrocities Hitler had committed against the Jews. The holocaust was a well-kept secret for a while and was first viewed as a conspiracy, but when the evidence got out and Auschwitz was further examined, people’s opinions started to quickly change. People began to realize the truth, and a book none other than Anne Frank’s diary worked towards a new point of view which could be seen by many people in the world. During the book, I felt a special connection with Anne Frank. Her point of view on many things such as relationships and families weren’t that unfamiliar to me. In the beginning of the book, Anne was exited when she got her first diary for Christmas. She felt like she didn’t have any real friends, so she decided to treat her diary like if it were one of her close friends and even proceeded to name it “Kitty.”

Hence, this diary. In order to enhance my mind’s eye, the picture of the friend for whom I have waited so long, I don’t want to set down a series of bald facts in a diary like most people do, but I want this diary itself to be my friend, and I shall call my friend Kitty. No one will grasp what I’m talking about if I begin my letters to Kitty just out of the blue, so, albeit unwillingly, I will start by sketching in brief the story of my life.

Let’s pretend this was on time…

While both of the texts and the film are about WW1 they all show it in a very different light, each showing the perspective of a German, in All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque, an American, in Soldier’s Home by Ernest Hemingway, and multiple Brits in They Shall Not Grow Old directed by Peter Jackson. One of the major differences between the works is how each nationality reacts to the end of the war. For the Americans, the end of the war was a cause for celebration, with a “greeting of heroes” and “a great
deal of hysteria” about the fact that the drafted troops were back, one can assume that it was quite similar for the Germans, who were mostly drafted, troops. On the other hand, the English troops were not welcomed back with fanfare and feasts, but rather with a new suit and a silent agreement to not talk about the war, even in the trenches on the 11th of October there was no celebration, just an acceptance of the fact that the Great War was over. While there are large differences between the texts and the film, one thing they all agreed on was that the war was rather useless and just a waste of human life, with Paul Bäumer saying, “A word of command has made these silent figures our enemies; a word of command might transform them into our friends.” Paul does not call war a waste directly in this instance, but if just a few words can change enemies to friends what other way is there to describe it?

All quite on the western front

The book all “quiet on the western front” by Erich maria remarque made me realise some of the very bad things that no one talks about, about WW1. The book is written from a solider named paul baumer a young 19 year old who joins the army to help serve for his country with his school friends. But after a very short period of time in the front lines of the german trenches they realised this was not something to play around in.

This author used alot of descriptive words to keep people engaged in the book. I think one of reasons this book was so engaging was because he did not make the war seem any less cruel than it accualy was the author just wanted to share a very honest and uncencored point of view on how the war accualy was. Near the beggining of the book one of pauls friends “franz” was hurt while in battle and paul talked about his death in close detail and it really showed the brutality that these soliders went through at a very young age.

As we could imagine seeing your friend or peer dieing right infront of you may not take a toll on your mental health immediatly but for most later down the line of the surviving soliders could never be the same because of what they had saw during WW1.

This book shows how much the soliders have been through not only physically but mentally as well. As they are risking their lives to protect thier country and protect the women and children at home and they are doing this all alone and depend on theselves in the battlefield.

In conclusion I enjoyed this book mostly because of how uncencored it was and showed the true brutality of WW1 and I accually did learn alot from this book and I think it is very important to never forget this event in history because these soliders fought for everyones freedom and our safety and that is not something everyone is willing to do.

Personal Writing- First game of the Season

 

This weekend I had a school senior boys basketball game at Spectrum. There were some highs and lows but overall was considered a success by me and my teammates. Most of us met at Brookes and departed as a team. Coming out of the van we were all excited and ready to play our best.

Inside the gym was abnormally hot which worried me because it would likely make it harder to run for long periods of time. Luckily almost everyone showed up to the game, so we had lots of subs. Our coach read out the starting lineup, which I was included in. We did our cheer and walked onto the court.  Immediately I looked and chose the biggest guy to be my check who was only around six feet. The whistle blew and I lost the jump ball. Within the first three minutes of the game their best player scored a shocking eight points on us before he broke his ankle. After this incident it was easy for our team to bounce back and hold a steady lead till 3rd quarter. Alex our point guard gave me nice passes for easy layups, I was getting the simple put backs through rebounds, and we always hustled back on defense. During the 4th quarter we pulled ahead and finished the game winning by 20 points.

Returning to the school I was very happy with how I played. I ended the game with 14 points. This leaves room for improvement, and I look forward to playing next game.

English Reflection on WWI Literature

In the past, I have read two stories written by soldiers who have fought in WWI on opposing sides. One tells the perspective of a soldier who enlisted in High School and the other which focused on a soldier coming home from the war. For the first half of They Shall not Grow Old, it remained slightly optimistic with accounts of soldiers going out of their way to enlist in the army. According to the film, enlisting in the army was seen as an act of bravery and men who refused to do so were looked down upon and were seen as cowards. It also gave descriptions of a soldier’s everyday life in the army camps such as singing songs and drinking off their pain with alcohol. It also showed pictures of their latrines and their lack of embarrassment. The movie later switched to a more violent nature when it started giving graphic descriptions of the horrors of soldier’s experiences in the war. It started telling stories about soldiers crying for help and being gravely injured by nearby shells, and getting diseases from spending too much time in the trenches. The descriptions were more graphic than any of the WWI stories we have read in the past and really started touching on the violent side of war. Paul’s story focused on a German soldier’s life and how similar it was to any opposing side and Soldier’s Home focused on the drastic changes a soldier would experience while returning home. All three of these stories felt very different while focusing on the same topic since they were aimed towards different aspects in the war.

Comparing “They Shall Not Grow Old” with “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Soldier’s Home.”

“They Shall not Grow Old” is an Documentary Film detailing the lives of British Soldiers in WWI. It is a masterfully directed film that grants its viewers a great sense of the day to day life of a average British Soldier before, during and after the Great War. If we contrast this movie with other works we have seen in our classes like “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Soldiers Home”, we can get ourselves a much greater view of what life really was like for Soldiers in WWI.

What sets this piece of literature apart from the other works we have seen, is how it gives the soldiers we have read about faces and voices. Imagery is a very powerful tool for telling stories, and by giving faces to the people we have read about, we can more deeply connect with them and their experiences. I still believe that “All Quiet in the Western Front” does a better job of making the reader connect with a soldiers struggle as it focuses in one particular story, but the Movie “We shall not grow old” certainly gives us a better understanding of the terrible things these soldiers experienced.

“We Shall Not Grow Old” Comparison

After watching the movie We Shall Not Grow Old it really made me realize the true horrors of war. For example when reading a book like All Quiet on the Western Front and Soldiers Home you wouldn’t get the same feeling that this movie gave you. This movie showed real footage of World War I and the real people that suffered through it. In my opinion having the real footage shows people proof that these events are really as bad as people say, unlike books were there isn’t any evidence of war besides made up characters in a war-like scenario. The movie We Shall Not Grow Old really made me realize the trauma of war and why these men would come home feeling isolated and out of place, seeing bodies of the people you once knew and talked to would have been horrifying and unimaginable.

We Shall Not Grow Old, All Quiet on the Western Front, and Soldiers Home all have the same thing in common, the fact that once the surviving soldiers came home after fighting the war they never fully settled and most became lost souls.

“they shall not grow old”

“They shall not grow old” shows us what happened in the war, from start to end, from the British point of view. The young boys and men wanting to join the army thinking its going to be fun and have a great time, hurts to watch, those men didnt know what they were getting themselves into, the pain, suffering, and grief they would have to deal with is insane for some of their ages, some even lied of their age to get in the army. “All quiet on the western front” and “soldiers home” describes to us mostly the emotional state of soldiers, “They shall not grow old” shows us the grusomeness of the events, the dead bodies, the bombardment, every single thing that happens in the war is showed to us. We dont really see much of how they feel except at the start they are really happy and excited, later you can tell they dont have smiles on their faces anymore. Some similarities I managed to point out or think about were some such as soldiers in dispair, they knew they could die any minute, and some did die with that feeling in their chest, soldiers knowing that when they came back home they wouldnt be the same person, everything changes when you go to war. All the surviving soldiers came home to grim families(most of them), no available jobs, and some came home without limbs, eyes, or features that “made them human”. “They shall not grow old” changes your perspective on war, on soldiers, on people, in the end, everyone just wants a hug.

Compare and contrast “They Shall Not Grow Old” with All Quiet on the Western Front and Soldier’s Home

Why should we care about the experiences of WWI soldiers? How could anyone today relate to troops who fought in a war that happened over a century ago? Is there even any relevance to the world today? Similar to Erich Maria Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front and Ernest Hemingway’s Soldier’s Home, Peter Jackson’s documentary “They Shall Not Grow Old” provides insight into the lives of servicemen during and after the Great War. All three effectively cultivate empathy for their characters or subjects in order to communicate a shared theme; no one wins a war.  However, Remarque, Hemingway and Jackson each tell their stories from different perspectives and using different formats.

While All Quiet on the Western Front and Soldier’s Home use writing to connect readers to the stories of WWI soldiers, “They Shall Not Grow Old” uses the visual medium of archival film and photographs. Moreover, Remarque’s novel (told from the first-person perspective of a German soldier) and Hemingway’s short story (third-person narration of a US Marine’s life) both follow the stories of one fictional protagonist, whereas Jackson’s documentary depicts multiple experiences of many real life young British servicemen.

Nonetheless, a major similarity among these three pieces is their ability to evoke empathy from the audience. Through the voice of Remarque’s protagonist Paul Bäumer, the reader experiences the horrors of daily life on the front lines. In our imaginations, we see what Paul sees and sense what he feels. By the same token, while Hemingway’s Krebs might be desensitized after the war, we empathize with his feelings of alienation. The reader is drawn into Kreb’s world of isolation and his inability to reintegrate into society. In the same way, viewers relate to the images and footage of young soldiers sharing their stories in Jackson’s film. Seeing the faces and hearing the voices of the real life soldiers, the audience develops caring for the young men. We understand from the soldiers’ authentic accounts, that in reality, many Paul Baümers and Harold Krebs’ actually existed. All three works share a similar message; glory in war is a myth; death, gore and grime in war is reality.

To sum up, while Remarque, Hemingway and Jackson use different storytelling methods to share different perspectives, they equally succeed at creating empathetic portrayals of WWI soldiers. The fictional characters Paul Bäumer and Harold Krebs, along with Peter Jackson’s genuine young subjects are all compelling individuals the audience develops empathy towards and start to care about. Through reading and viewing soldiers’ stories from a war fought a hundred years ago, audiences today can develop an understanding on how fighting universally effects us.

In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers.

Neville Chamberlain, 1938

“They shall not glow old”

“They shall not grow old” gave me bigger influence than “Soldier’s Home” and “All Quiet on the Western front” because it was more realistic. There were clips of dead people and we could hear real think of soldiers and the cruel sounds of the war. And the characters in “They shall not grow old” have various backgrounds. Each soldier recounted their experiences with trying not to think about it deeply. That made me feel the war nearly more. I found that these three had same end that all soldiers lost the meaning of life and there was nothing left after the war. And they couldn’t live like us, like normal lives. I thought this would lead this title ”They shall not grow old”. They couldn’t glow old because they lost reason to live so it means they didn’t glow old, only time had passed. I learned that though the soldiers were fighting in different side, they thought same thing and they were wondering why they were fighting each other. That’s the most interesting point.

 

 

Comparing “They Shall Not Grow Old”, “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Soldier’s Home.”

This post is going to be about the comparaison between “They Shall Not Grow Old”, “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Soldier’s Home.” The tree of them fought t in WW1 but each one has they’re different stories, even tough they are different stories they have similar experiences. In each of the stories they talk about how hard was it during those times, all the social pressure and how they felt morally obligated to go . “All quiet on the western front” and “soldier’s home” have in common that both of them feel like they don’t belong and feeling different after the war. “All quiet in the western front” focuses on the story of one soldier, while de movie focuses on various storys of fallen soldiers, also the movie focuses more on what soldiers did on their free time, the songs that they sang etc . Overall the three stories where very good and I enjoyed viewing different perspectives of the war

Comparison of “All quiet on the Western Front”,”Soldier’s Home”, and “They shall not grow old”

             After reading the novel “All quiet on the Western Front”, the short story “Soldier’s home” and the movie “They shall not grow old”, I have observed several similarities as well as differences in these media discussing the topic of World War One. All three stories have different perspectives from different sides of the war. In “All Quiet on the Western Front”, the main character Paul Baumer tells the readers the experience of the war from a german perspective, while “soldier’s home” and “They shall not grow old” both show a different experience (British, American). 

While all three media discuss the same war, that happened at the same time period, the experiences and perspectives of the soldiers vary from which side they fight for. “All quiet on the western front” and “Soldier’s Home” both mainly show the experience of being in the war, rather than the combat itself. On the other hand, the video “They Shall Not Grow Old”, mainly discusses the consequences and results of the war; such as the deaths and suffering of the soldiers – showing how inhumane and cruel the war was. 

These stories have made me rethink what the war was actually like – the experience and life of the soldiers during combat. I believe these 3 pieces of media are very suitable for raising awareness regarding World War One. 

Comparison “All Quiet in the Western Front”, “Soldier’s Home” and “They Shall Not Grow Up”

       This blog will be comparing and contrasting “They Shall Not Grow Old”, “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Soldier’s Home.” While all three fell into the category of WW1, “They Shall Not Grow Old”, and “Soldiers Home” fought for the allies while Paul Baumer from “All Quiet on the Western Front” fought for the axis. All three have nearly identical outcomes on the soldiers’ mental and emotional state after the war. It’s shown that arriving home traumatized and unable to reattach themselves to society is what makes their case alike. Overall, soldiers after the war ended up realizing how emotionally and mentally disconnected, they feel from their home.  

“Soldiers Home” only covers what a soldier experienced after the war while both “They Shall Not Grow Old” and “All Quiet on the Western Front” show the horrible and gruesome events that soldiers experienced while fighting, you can see that this led up to their trauma in the end. 

They Shall Not Grow Old, All Quiet on the Western Front and “Soldier’s Home.” response

They Shall Not Grow Old, All Quiet on the Western Front and “Soldier’s Home.” All have many similarities and all have a very sad story to tell. The three of them all have their own different stories to tell about their experiences in the war and how it felt to be involved in such terrible times. Even though they were different stories they all had the same type of experiences for example. In the movie it showed all of the experiences in photos and in the other two stories this was how there lifestyle was and it wasn’t different for anyone, they all felt the same feeling in the war and all had the same disconnection to their old life knowing it would never be the same again. The only differences were that each of them had a different way of telling their story, facing their difficulties and experiences and talking about how their life was during and after the war, In conclusion, I think I have gained lots of knowledge from all three different stories/ perspectives of WW1 as well as understanding more on how terrible it was to fight in the war.

“All Quiet In The Western Front”, “Soldier’s Home” and “They Shall Not Grow Up” comparison 

All quiet in the western front, soldiers home and they all not grow up have to many things in common but they still have their differences. The three of them describe their own story of how bad the situation was, they describe how bad was life in those days, and all the disturbing thing they witness. They had to much social pressure on them to join the army, too much that some of them lied about their age to make them look “good”. Time passes and all of them regret joining, because of different reasons but the most common is that they were tired they didn’t care if they won or lose they just wanted it ti stop. They also describe us the empty feeling when they came back from war, nobody acknowledge their suffering, their tramas, neither their losses. People acted as if nothing had happened. They had any special treatment they didn’t felt as heroes. These novels had too much in common and also differences if you see them in different perspectives.

Compare and Contrast

The film “They Shall Not Grow Old” and the two written texts “All Quiet on the Western Front” and “Soldiers Home”, all share similar ideas in common. The two main ideas shared throughout these three accounts are the issues the soldiers faced returning to their old lives and people not understanding the reality of war and not wanting to talk about it.

In all three of these accounts, the soldiers faced similar problems when they returned to their old lives. In “All Quiet on the Western Front”, Paul Baummer talks about feeling like he has changed so much from the war that his old life feels like a part of his past he can never return to. In “Soldier’s Home”, Harrold Krebs talks about a similar issue. Even though his view on the war was more positive, he still found it hard to return to his old life is a similar way Baummer did. In the film “They Shall Not Grow Old”, one soldier talks about how it was hard to go back to his old life. He found it hard to move on and have people forget about all the horrible things he had to go through. In all three of these accounts, the war has had so much influence in the development of their lives that they found their old life impossible to get back too.

Another similarity between the three accounts is that they said they couldn’t talk to people about what actually happened in the war. In “All Quiet on the Western Front”, Paul Baummer prefers to not talk about the war at all because he finds that people have their own ideas of war that are not accurate and romanticise the idea of war. In “Soldier’s Home”, Harrold Krebs lies about what happened in the war because he found all the people disinterested in the actual stories he had to tell. In the film “They Shall Not Grow Old”, one soldier talks about how they couldn’t truthfully talk about the war with people who were not in it because they didn’t fully understand it. He said that the only people you could freely talk about the war and have them understand was to talk to another soldier who was in the war. The people who did not experience the war didn’t understand the horrors the soldiers had to go through which made it hard for the soldiers to talk to people about it.

These three pieces provide the reader with a perspective on WW1 and all the struggles the soldiers had to deal with both in the war, and returning from it.

Comparison of WW1 pieces

In this unit we have been studying the back story about soldiers participating in WW1. And the pieces we either read or watched, all had a lot in common, but also different in their own ways. In all the stories, they talked about the disaster of the war, and how hard it was to actually have to witness the things the soldiers did. They all felt forced to have to serve in the war, and go into combat, just because either their school told them to fight for their country, or they thought it would be “fun” to do with friends, which obviously was the wrong idea. In the 2 texts we read, All Quiet on the Western Front, and Soldiers Home, they had a lot in common with the going home experiences. Them being home, they felt trapped and it feeling different than leaving post war. Overall, these pieces have a lot in common, just depends on what they focus on.

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Comparison of They Shall Not Grow Old, All Quiet on the Western Front, and Soldier’s Home

Throughout this unit, we’ve looked at a lot of media about The Great War/WWI, and many of them have a lot in common and a lot of differences. One of the main similarities between the portrayals is how depressing the war is for the soldiers, on all fronts. In most of the soldiers’ cases, fighting in the war was never something they planned to do. It was usually something they felt morally obligated to do, or did it because everyone else was. This is shown on both sides, in both All Quiet on the Western Front, and They Shall Not Grow Old. Most of these men usually felt broken when they arrived home, and felt that the war was all that they had, being young men when it began. Moreover, all of thee representations have a lot of similarities, both of the portrayal of conditions of the war, and of the soldiers.

IRJE#1 – November 9

The book I am reading is called November 9 by Colleen Hoover. The novels main characters are two 18-year-olds, a young girl named Fallon and a young man named Ben. Fallon is a daughter of a famous movie star, who recently got into a house fire that left scars all over her body which ultimately ended her acting career. Ben is an aspiring writer, who hasn’t published any books because he doesn’t allow people to read his work. This novels plotline is a love story between two teenagers who have just met and will soon live thousands of miles away from each other because Fallon is leaving to move to New York to pursue her acting career, whereas Ben is staying in LA.

“What if we meet up again next year on the same day? And the year after that? We’ll do it for 5 years. Same date, same time, same place. We’ll pick up where we left off tonight, but only for the day. I’ll make sure you’re following through with your auditions, and I can write a book about the days that we are together.” (Page. 72)

This book interests me because it is relatable for a younger audience. I think that the plotline is intriguing and interesting.

All Quiet on the Western Front and Soldiers Home Comparison

All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque and Soldiers Home by Ernest Hemingway are both war novels with many similarities but also differences. In All Quiet on the Western Front the main character is Paul Baumer, and in Soldiers Home it is Harold Krebs. Although these two men both served for different alliances, (Harold Krebs served for the USA and Paul Baumer served for the Germans) they both experienced the same tragedies and traumatic experiences.

A similarity that both Krebs and Baumer had in common is that they were both schoolboys, meaning that they were very young when they joined the war. A big difficulty that these boys faced was the high combat in which they were fighting in, and how they delt with the trauma that was brought into their lives. Once they got back home, they both had troubles fitting in, feeling isolated from the rest of the people they were surrounded by. Paul says ” but I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.”(pg. 160) He is talking about the changes he has been through while at war and serving at the front, he feels welcomed at home but not comfortable and not like himself. Many normal life things became sorrows towards these men. They fought many difficulties with, loosing close friends and experiencing the unimaginable where they would be mentally damaged and changed. Another similarity both the boys have are their family. When Paul goes home for his leave, he seems distraught and overwhelmed once he sees his parents.

” My mother is pleased to see me wearing civilian clothes; it makes me less strange to her. But my father would rather I keep my uniform on so that he could take me to visit his acquaintances.” (pg. 164)

Paul’s mother is ill and care very little about the war, and more about his health and how he is dealing with everything, whereas his dad likes talking about the war and what it is like serving on the front. Krebs family was alike Paul’s family except his mother was the one who was intrigued and asked Krebs about the war, whereas his dad was noncommittal.

“She often came in when he was in bed and asked him to tell her about the war, but her attention always wandered. His father was non-committal.” (Page. 2)

Overall, both of these novels were very interesting to read about. These men experienced many tragedies and losses during the war which resulted in the change at home and struggles to fit into society.