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Educational Autobiography:
Piper Rossi
1-5-15
Sellers- 3/5
Educational Autobiography
For elementary school I thought the song, “The Hokey Pokey” captures what I learned accurately because when you start school, you start out being taught how to follow the rules. “The Hokey Pokey” is a song about actively doing what the song lyrics tell you to do and I was never that great at following the rules and it made school not as fun just as in this song if you do not follow the rules then the song isn’t going to be any fun for you.
My middle school experience is best shown through the song “Let it Be” by the Beatles. I went to a private Catholic school and this song talks about being in a time of need and having someone there to help you. When I was in school I had been around a religion I didn’t know a lot about but I knew there was something about what I was learning that was going to be good for me. In the song they say “And when the broken-hearted people/ Living in the world agree/ There will be an answer/ Let it be.” (Let it be)I can relate to this part of the song because when I was in middle school I learned about people being saved and how being broken doesn’t stop you from finding yourself.
I haven’t been in high school for very long, I am only half way through my time in high school. Yet I have found from my experiences that we all just want to be done with school. From my eyes, we don’t think we need schooling anymore when we do. The song “We Don’t Need No Education” by Pink Floyd talks about how we don’t think we need school anymore and how teachers are controlling us. I feel like that most of the time, that I don’t need a teacher or any adult telling me what to do. The song says “All in all it’s just another brick in the wall, All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.” (We Don’t Need No Education)This may not be true in my school but in other public schools, there are so many people in one class that kids might feel like just another boring brick, all the same as the others and schools that have a lot of students don’t pay attention to each individual student.
1-5-15
Sellers- 3/5
Educational Autobiography
For elementary school I thought the song, “The Hokey Pokey” captures what I learned accurately because when you start school, you start out being taught how to follow the rules. “The Hokey Pokey” is a song about actively doing what the song lyrics tell you to do and I was never that great at following the rules and it made school not as fun just as in this song if you do not follow the rules then the song isn’t going to be any fun for you.
My middle school experience is best shown through the song “Let it Be” by the Beatles. I went to a private Catholic school and this song talks about being in a time of need and having someone there to help you. When I was in school I had been around a religion I didn’t know a lot about but I knew there was something about what I was learning that was going to be good for me. In the song they say “And when the broken-hearted people/ Living in the world agree/ There will be an answer/ Let it be.” (Let it be)I can relate to this part of the song because when I was in middle school I learned about people being saved and how being broken doesn’t stop you from finding yourself.
I haven’t been in high school for very long, I am only half way through my time in high school. Yet I have found from my experiences that we all just want to be done with school. From my eyes, we don’t think we need schooling anymore when we do. The song “We Don’t Need No Education” by Pink Floyd talks about how we don’t think we need school anymore and how teachers are controlling us. I feel like that most of the time, that I don’t need a teacher or any adult telling me what to do. The song says “All in all it’s just another brick in the wall, All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.” (We Don’t Need No Education)This may not be true in my school but in other public schools, there are so many people in one class that kids might feel like just another boring brick, all the same as the others and schools that have a lot of students don’t pay attention to each individual student.
All Quiet On The Western Front Seminar Reflection:
Slaughterhouse 5 Seminar Reflection:
WWI Creative Historians
Piper Rossi
Why, Why Me?
It was in November of 1938. The holocaust had been going on for a few years and has finally reached Rome, Italy. I was only 10 when it all started, it was just me and my mom then. My dad had just left to go fight in the war. Before he left he gave me his Star of David necklace that his father had given to him. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was silver but rusted a little because it was old. The star almost looked to have each piece weaving in through the other ones which made it look like it was a knot. I have never taken it off sense. Shortly after the holocaust reached Rome, my mom had my little sister, Izabella. She was only a baby when this all happened and even now she is still a baby, at least to me. Only 5 years old she is now and I'm only 15, still a child put into an adult position of authority, rather I say forced. No one at my age would choose to be in the position I'm in. My mom used to work at a hospital as a nurse but we were very poor. The Nazis took my mom to the camps in the middle of July and I was left to take care of my little sister and myself. I had to keep us hidden from the Nazis and keep us fed. This was so much harder than I could do. I was only 15, I wasn't ready to be away from my mom with all the adult responsibilities of taking care of a child just yet. I know what my mom did for me as a kid but I wasn't ready to take that on yet.
It had been several months since my mom was taken. I remember it vividly as if it was happening right in front of me still. I can still remember her soft smile that she shed no matter what fears she had creeping inside. She had light rosy pink lips that were soft like cotton clouds and she had beautiful long blonde hair that went to her hips. She would occasionally put a pin in it and have it up, mostly when she was cooking. We were just about to have lunch when we heard the Nazis coming. My mom took me and my sister and told us hide under the kitchen cabinets. I can still hear her telling us “It'll be ok sweetheart, just be quiet and don't look. Don't come out until you know it's safe. I love you both very much.” She kissed us both on the forehead and shut the cabinet door behind us. They slammed open the already loose front door and started yelling in German. I didn't understand exactly what they were saying. I heard them yelling over and over again. The foreign words pierced my mind like daggers even though I knew not of the meaning. I did as the typical kid my age would do and I peeked through the cabinet door just enough to see a glimpse of what was going on to assure myself that they did not harm her. I could see that the Nazis soldiers carried small handguns and one was carrying a big long gun and I was afraid he was going to shoot my mom.
They left soon after with my mom. I waited with my sister for a little longer. I was stuck in fear of seeing my mom being taken and not knowing what would happen to her made the fear grow. I had Izabella grab a small wool bag from under the kitchen sink and I grabbed one as well. We put as much in them as we could carry. I put a few changes of clothes, some bread and water, and my diary. I couldn't go anywhere without my diary. I had Izabella put some clothes in hers and her favorite small stuffed rabbit that my mom got from my grandma and gave to Izabella. We were ready to leave and we did. As we were sneaking out of the city, I noticed that there were posters everywhere about Hitler. We reached the edge of the city and found a small shack in a field. It was very old and made entirely of pieces of falling apart, old, moldy wet boards of wood. It had started to get very cold outside and dark. I didn't think to bring a ton of matches and candles or a blanket. I lite one of the few candles I brought with us.
“Madalynn, I'm hungry.” Izabella said to me.
“I know baby, me too.” I said as I stroked her head gently.
She had beautiful, long, smooth strawberry blonde hair. Baby blue gems for eyes that seemed to gleam even in pure darkness.
“I'm cold too, and I want to go home. Why can't we go home?”
“Because it isn't safe there anymore. Here, take my coat.”
“But then you will be cold.” Said Izabella.
“No I am just fine Izabella.” I said back.
I couldn't let her know how freezing I really was or she wouldn't let me give it to her. All I wanted was for her to be safe and warm.
Dear Diary, November 20, 1938
Today was no better than the last. The Germans are still invading and I am worried I won't be able to find a good hiding place for us when they are near again. I also think that Izabella is getting sick. I am worried what I will do if she gets any worse. There is no place for me to get her medicine or clothes to keep her warm. She lost her left shoe today in the mud and her socks have holes. I will have to give her mine. I miss my mom, and my dad. I catch myself asking ‘why? Why is life so cruel? I have only been a good person, never bad.’ I remember I must stay strong in my faith, even if it kills me, but not if it kills Izabella. I must do everything in my power to protect her, as my mom has ordered me to do so.
Sincerely Madalynn
I woke up the next day to find that my little sister was not next me. She was nowhere to be found. I looked around the old wooden shack we were sleeping in for shelter. It was in a field of dead flowers, once were in bloom, but no more. The trees were far but seemed close to me as I was running to find my little sister. I called out her name trying to get a response but nothing. I only heard the sounds of the wind racing through the sky and the dark clouds passing over, it was going to rain. I knew if I did not find her she could get even worse and I would not be able to find a way to get her better. I ran frantically into the heavily wooded forest.
“Izabella! Izabella! If you are playing a game now is the time to come out. Izabella!” I yelled at the top of my parched and dusty lungs.
She was still not answering me. I went around tree after tree after big clunky tree.
“She couldn't have gone far could she?” I told myself, trying to ease my stress. “This couldn't be happening. I was supposed to keep her safe! How could I have messed up this badly?”
Then I found her. She was laying on the ground with blood coming out from her forehead, only a drizzle. She was pale and her body lay still on the ground.
“Izabella!” I yelled.
I picked her up and ran her to a nearby hospital that my mother used to work at until she was taken.
“You are going to be fine” I told her.
“What?” She mumbled.
“You feel out of a tree and cracked your head” I told her.
“No I...” Then she passed out again. I kept running knowing that she wasn't going to make it that much longer if I didn't get her treated. I ran and ran until I could no longer run, but I still had to keep moving forward. Even if it was the slowest walk I have ever done I needed to keep moving forward.
“Where...am...I” My sister said as she awoke.
“We are going to be fine we are heading to the hospital.”
“We can't...” She passed out again as I was now walking from not having any nutrients in the past week or so. We now entered the city, luckily the hospital is right on the edge of the city. I look around and see trucks with the red swastika on the side. I start to get worried knowing that someone could take us to a concentration camp anytime that they want. I tuck my necklace inside my shirt knowing that if they had any indication that we were Jewish they would take us away. We would never see the outside world again. Everywhere I looked there was a Nazi soldier. I finally reached the emergency room door. I frantically open the door only to find that the hospital had been taken over by the Nazis.
I knew we couldn't stay here, we would be caught if we did. While setting my sister down to try to get her some help. My necklace falls out and dangles around my neck. A Nazi soldier looks at me and realizes that I am Jewish. He starts to come towards me.
“Oh no” I said to myself. “He must know”
I didn't know if it was the right choice but I started to walk quickly away. I picked up Izabella like my mom did when I was a baby and she was cradling me in her arms. I then put her over my shoulder so I could start run fast out of the hospital and to safety without falling over. As I was running around a sharp corner, I passed a nurses station and frantically grabbed some antibiotics. I ran with all of my might and I didn't stop until I was out of city and into the woods. As soon as I get to the woods, I turn and look to make sure that no one was following us and then set my sister down.
“I need to sit down.” I told my sister.
“Me...Too...” she quietly said back.
“I am relieved to hear your voice” I told her.
I try to pick my sister back up but realize I don't have the strength to.
“Let's just rest here for a while” I told her. “Is that okay?”
“Yes Madalynn” she mumbled.
After resting for an hour or so I picked up my limp sister and started to head back to the shack. We had left our bags there so we needed to go back. When we got there is was pitched black other than the bright rays of the full shining moon. I laid Izabella down and got out my diary and started to write. It was the only way I knew how to calm down.
Dear Diary, November 21, 1938
Well today I lost her. Izabella ran away and got hurt. When I took her to the hospital it was taken over by the Nazis. I tried to hide my necklace but it fell out of my shirt and a soldier saw me and we had to run away. She still has a small crack on her forehead so I wrapped it up in the sleeve from my shirt. She has also started to get a cough, but as I was running out of the hospital, I ran past a nurse's station and stole some antibiotics for her. I will give them to her in the morning when she wakes. I do hope she gets better.
Sincerely Madalynn
The next day Izabella didn't wake up. I awoke to her limp body laying still on the ground beside me. She was as pale as the moon and as cold as ice. Her lips we a soft pink and the most lifeless part of her body. The home-made bandage I made for her was drenched in her dark garnet red blood.
“Izabella no!” I screamed as the tears started running down my chapped and iced face.
“How!? How could I have let this happen!?” I yelled out.
After crying in disappointment and distress, I buried my sister's corpse body in the frozen ground.
Dear Diary, November 23, 1938
I buried Izabella yesterday... I have too many emotions going through my body. I feel regret, disappointment in myself, remorse, but a sense of relief, for I know she is in a better place and will never suffer in a concentration camp. I wonder if she is with mom and dad up there. I do not know if they are still alive or not and I have no way of knowing yet. With this event having taken place, I continue to question myself and ask, “Why, why me...?” I do not know what I will do anymore. I no longer care if I am caught, put in a camp, and die of the suffocating gases. Everything that mattered to me is gone now, I am on my own. I am alone in this world of war to fend for myself, and I question if it is worth trying to live. What is the purpose of me trying anymore? I have no one to protect but myself and that is much harder than it may sound. I write these entries as my get away but in reality I am getting away from nothing. The truth is I am running form my mind, from the voices in my head telling me it's my fault she's dead. I am the one to blame. I believe them. I believe them and I will take the blame to my grave which is digging itself. I write this as my last entry with one request, that when I meet my end I will know why me.
Sincerely Madalynn
Why, Why Me?
It was in November of 1938. The holocaust had been going on for a few years and has finally reached Rome, Italy. I was only 10 when it all started, it was just me and my mom then. My dad had just left to go fight in the war. Before he left he gave me his Star of David necklace that his father had given to him. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was silver but rusted a little because it was old. The star almost looked to have each piece weaving in through the other ones which made it look like it was a knot. I have never taken it off sense. Shortly after the holocaust reached Rome, my mom had my little sister, Izabella. She was only a baby when this all happened and even now she is still a baby, at least to me. Only 5 years old she is now and I'm only 15, still a child put into an adult position of authority, rather I say forced. No one at my age would choose to be in the position I'm in. My mom used to work at a hospital as a nurse but we were very poor. The Nazis took my mom to the camps in the middle of July and I was left to take care of my little sister and myself. I had to keep us hidden from the Nazis and keep us fed. This was so much harder than I could do. I was only 15, I wasn't ready to be away from my mom with all the adult responsibilities of taking care of a child just yet. I know what my mom did for me as a kid but I wasn't ready to take that on yet.
It had been several months since my mom was taken. I remember it vividly as if it was happening right in front of me still. I can still remember her soft smile that she shed no matter what fears she had creeping inside. She had light rosy pink lips that were soft like cotton clouds and she had beautiful long blonde hair that went to her hips. She would occasionally put a pin in it and have it up, mostly when she was cooking. We were just about to have lunch when we heard the Nazis coming. My mom took me and my sister and told us hide under the kitchen cabinets. I can still hear her telling us “It'll be ok sweetheart, just be quiet and don't look. Don't come out until you know it's safe. I love you both very much.” She kissed us both on the forehead and shut the cabinet door behind us. They slammed open the already loose front door and started yelling in German. I didn't understand exactly what they were saying. I heard them yelling over and over again. The foreign words pierced my mind like daggers even though I knew not of the meaning. I did as the typical kid my age would do and I peeked through the cabinet door just enough to see a glimpse of what was going on to assure myself that they did not harm her. I could see that the Nazis soldiers carried small handguns and one was carrying a big long gun and I was afraid he was going to shoot my mom.
They left soon after with my mom. I waited with my sister for a little longer. I was stuck in fear of seeing my mom being taken and not knowing what would happen to her made the fear grow. I had Izabella grab a small wool bag from under the kitchen sink and I grabbed one as well. We put as much in them as we could carry. I put a few changes of clothes, some bread and water, and my diary. I couldn't go anywhere without my diary. I had Izabella put some clothes in hers and her favorite small stuffed rabbit that my mom got from my grandma and gave to Izabella. We were ready to leave and we did. As we were sneaking out of the city, I noticed that there were posters everywhere about Hitler. We reached the edge of the city and found a small shack in a field. It was very old and made entirely of pieces of falling apart, old, moldy wet boards of wood. It had started to get very cold outside and dark. I didn't think to bring a ton of matches and candles or a blanket. I lite one of the few candles I brought with us.
“Madalynn, I'm hungry.” Izabella said to me.
“I know baby, me too.” I said as I stroked her head gently.
She had beautiful, long, smooth strawberry blonde hair. Baby blue gems for eyes that seemed to gleam even in pure darkness.
“I'm cold too, and I want to go home. Why can't we go home?”
“Because it isn't safe there anymore. Here, take my coat.”
“But then you will be cold.” Said Izabella.
“No I am just fine Izabella.” I said back.
I couldn't let her know how freezing I really was or she wouldn't let me give it to her. All I wanted was for her to be safe and warm.
Dear Diary, November 20, 1938
Today was no better than the last. The Germans are still invading and I am worried I won't be able to find a good hiding place for us when they are near again. I also think that Izabella is getting sick. I am worried what I will do if she gets any worse. There is no place for me to get her medicine or clothes to keep her warm. She lost her left shoe today in the mud and her socks have holes. I will have to give her mine. I miss my mom, and my dad. I catch myself asking ‘why? Why is life so cruel? I have only been a good person, never bad.’ I remember I must stay strong in my faith, even if it kills me, but not if it kills Izabella. I must do everything in my power to protect her, as my mom has ordered me to do so.
Sincerely Madalynn
I woke up the next day to find that my little sister was not next me. She was nowhere to be found. I looked around the old wooden shack we were sleeping in for shelter. It was in a field of dead flowers, once were in bloom, but no more. The trees were far but seemed close to me as I was running to find my little sister. I called out her name trying to get a response but nothing. I only heard the sounds of the wind racing through the sky and the dark clouds passing over, it was going to rain. I knew if I did not find her she could get even worse and I would not be able to find a way to get her better. I ran frantically into the heavily wooded forest.
“Izabella! Izabella! If you are playing a game now is the time to come out. Izabella!” I yelled at the top of my parched and dusty lungs.
She was still not answering me. I went around tree after tree after big clunky tree.
“She couldn't have gone far could she?” I told myself, trying to ease my stress. “This couldn't be happening. I was supposed to keep her safe! How could I have messed up this badly?”
Then I found her. She was laying on the ground with blood coming out from her forehead, only a drizzle. She was pale and her body lay still on the ground.
“Izabella!” I yelled.
I picked her up and ran her to a nearby hospital that my mother used to work at until she was taken.
“You are going to be fine” I told her.
“What?” She mumbled.
“You feel out of a tree and cracked your head” I told her.
“No I...” Then she passed out again. I kept running knowing that she wasn't going to make it that much longer if I didn't get her treated. I ran and ran until I could no longer run, but I still had to keep moving forward. Even if it was the slowest walk I have ever done I needed to keep moving forward.
“Where...am...I” My sister said as she awoke.
“We are going to be fine we are heading to the hospital.”
“We can't...” She passed out again as I was now walking from not having any nutrients in the past week or so. We now entered the city, luckily the hospital is right on the edge of the city. I look around and see trucks with the red swastika on the side. I start to get worried knowing that someone could take us to a concentration camp anytime that they want. I tuck my necklace inside my shirt knowing that if they had any indication that we were Jewish they would take us away. We would never see the outside world again. Everywhere I looked there was a Nazi soldier. I finally reached the emergency room door. I frantically open the door only to find that the hospital had been taken over by the Nazis.
I knew we couldn't stay here, we would be caught if we did. While setting my sister down to try to get her some help. My necklace falls out and dangles around my neck. A Nazi soldier looks at me and realizes that I am Jewish. He starts to come towards me.
“Oh no” I said to myself. “He must know”
I didn't know if it was the right choice but I started to walk quickly away. I picked up Izabella like my mom did when I was a baby and she was cradling me in her arms. I then put her over my shoulder so I could start run fast out of the hospital and to safety without falling over. As I was running around a sharp corner, I passed a nurses station and frantically grabbed some antibiotics. I ran with all of my might and I didn't stop until I was out of city and into the woods. As soon as I get to the woods, I turn and look to make sure that no one was following us and then set my sister down.
“I need to sit down.” I told my sister.
“Me...Too...” she quietly said back.
“I am relieved to hear your voice” I told her.
I try to pick my sister back up but realize I don't have the strength to.
“Let's just rest here for a while” I told her. “Is that okay?”
“Yes Madalynn” she mumbled.
After resting for an hour or so I picked up my limp sister and started to head back to the shack. We had left our bags there so we needed to go back. When we got there is was pitched black other than the bright rays of the full shining moon. I laid Izabella down and got out my diary and started to write. It was the only way I knew how to calm down.
Dear Diary, November 21, 1938
Well today I lost her. Izabella ran away and got hurt. When I took her to the hospital it was taken over by the Nazis. I tried to hide my necklace but it fell out of my shirt and a soldier saw me and we had to run away. She still has a small crack on her forehead so I wrapped it up in the sleeve from my shirt. She has also started to get a cough, but as I was running out of the hospital, I ran past a nurse's station and stole some antibiotics for her. I will give them to her in the morning when she wakes. I do hope she gets better.
Sincerely Madalynn
The next day Izabella didn't wake up. I awoke to her limp body laying still on the ground beside me. She was as pale as the moon and as cold as ice. Her lips we a soft pink and the most lifeless part of her body. The home-made bandage I made for her was drenched in her dark garnet red blood.
“Izabella no!” I screamed as the tears started running down my chapped and iced face.
“How!? How could I have let this happen!?” I yelled out.
After crying in disappointment and distress, I buried my sister's corpse body in the frozen ground.
Dear Diary, November 23, 1938
I buried Izabella yesterday... I have too many emotions going through my body. I feel regret, disappointment in myself, remorse, but a sense of relief, for I know she is in a better place and will never suffer in a concentration camp. I wonder if she is with mom and dad up there. I do not know if they are still alive or not and I have no way of knowing yet. With this event having taken place, I continue to question myself and ask, “Why, why me...?” I do not know what I will do anymore. I no longer care if I am caught, put in a camp, and die of the suffocating gases. Everything that mattered to me is gone now, I am on my own. I am alone in this world of war to fend for myself, and I question if it is worth trying to live. What is the purpose of me trying anymore? I have no one to protect but myself and that is much harder than it may sound. I write these entries as my get away but in reality I am getting away from nothing. The truth is I am running form my mind, from the voices in my head telling me it's my fault she's dead. I am the one to blame. I believe them. I believe them and I will take the blame to my grave which is digging itself. I write this as my last entry with one request, that when I meet my end I will know why me.
Sincerely Madalynn
Project Reflection:
For this project, our assignment was to write a historical fiction short story between 5 and 7 pages. It had to be in the time period of World War 1 and World War 2. We read two books in class that were about the wars which gave us more of a perspective to write our stories with. We watch some short videos of the wars as well to visualize what it was like. We learned about dictators and how they contributed to the wars starting. The project required a great amount of imagination along with historical facts. To assure we had the historical part we did research notes and found all the information we needed to make sure our story was historically correct. We did various exercises with story writing and being descriptive.
I think my story is strong in the plot. The plot is interesting and it keeps the reader engaged and wanting to know what happens next. “I woke up the next day to find that my little sister was not next me. She was nowhere to be found. I looked around the old wooden shack we were sleeping in for shelter. It was in a field of dead flowers, once were in bloom, but no more. The trees were far but seemed close to me as I was running to find my little sister. I called out her name trying to get a response but nothing. I only heard the sounds of the wind racing through the sky and the dark clouds passing over, it was going to rain. I knew if I did not find her she could get even worse and I would not be able to find a way to get her better. I ran frantically into the heavily wooded forest.” I think this part of my story is strong in the plot because it is the beginning of the climax.
I had a difficult time with making my character a round character as well as integrating historical facts. It was hard for me to just add information about my character in the story because I didn’t know where or when it was appropriate to do so. I struggled with adding the historical facts into my story because I felt I would have added too many facts and would have made my story boring. I tried to add more events into my story that I could add more historical facts into to add more history.
One revision I made that was substantial was adding a bigger event into the climax. Before I revised that part of my story, the character was just going to find her sister and take her back to their hideout but by adding the hospital scene in and adding in that it was taken over by Nazis, I was able to not only make it more interesting to a reader, I added more historical facts into my story. I also changed that I was going to have my character write diary entries and I revised how those looked and what content was in them. I provided a summary of the event that had happened in case the reader was confused and I added in her emotions so the reader can understand how she feels about everything happening and about how she feels on the inside.
I think my story is strong in the plot. The plot is interesting and it keeps the reader engaged and wanting to know what happens next. “I woke up the next day to find that my little sister was not next me. She was nowhere to be found. I looked around the old wooden shack we were sleeping in for shelter. It was in a field of dead flowers, once were in bloom, but no more. The trees were far but seemed close to me as I was running to find my little sister. I called out her name trying to get a response but nothing. I only heard the sounds of the wind racing through the sky and the dark clouds passing over, it was going to rain. I knew if I did not find her she could get even worse and I would not be able to find a way to get her better. I ran frantically into the heavily wooded forest.” I think this part of my story is strong in the plot because it is the beginning of the climax.
I had a difficult time with making my character a round character as well as integrating historical facts. It was hard for me to just add information about my character in the story because I didn’t know where or when it was appropriate to do so. I struggled with adding the historical facts into my story because I felt I would have added too many facts and would have made my story boring. I tried to add more events into my story that I could add more historical facts into to add more history.
One revision I made that was substantial was adding a bigger event into the climax. Before I revised that part of my story, the character was just going to find her sister and take her back to their hideout but by adding the hospital scene in and adding in that it was taken over by Nazis, I was able to not only make it more interesting to a reader, I added more historical facts into my story. I also changed that I was going to have my character write diary entries and I revised how those looked and what content was in them. I provided a summary of the event that had happened in case the reader was confused and I added in her emotions so the reader can understand how she feels about everything happening and about how she feels on the inside.
Vietnam Project:
Artist Statement:
Piper Rossi
Artist Statement
My painting expresses the truth of my perspective statement because it shows in multiple elements how gruesome and cruel war is. My perspective statement is “The truth of the Vietnam War is that it changed people, and not for the better. It forced our brave soldiers, men fighting for our freedom, to be caught in an inevitable hell.” In my painting I chose to paint a skull head wearing an army helmet that saying “WAR IS HELL” on it showing that, one, war is hell to those fighting and that war kills. I added in the quotes I liked or connected with from the book we were reading in class before this project. My favorite quote is more in the middle of the painting next to the skull to be one of the main focuses. It is in silver to stand out more as well. I painting in the flags of the forces fighting and the different sides who were fighting together and I put the dates for more information for audiences who will look at my art work.
In my first draft, I had a lot more elements than Ina my final copy. I realized in the second draft what things I could draw and want things I wouldn’t be able to paint such as in my second and first draft I have a gun but in my second draft I came to realize it was very hard for me to draw a gun let alone paint one that I would be proud of and I always try to create work that I am proud of. As I went on to my third draft, I made the change to not do a gun and to add in the skull wearing the helmet instead of it just being there. I added in the dates as well in my third draft to just add more to the piece. When making my final draft I decided to add in communist and capitalist above the flags of those sides.
What inspired me to do a painting was the fact that I love to paint but I am not good at it and Stephen said he wanted us to challenge ourselves. This was a challenge for me but I wanted it to be. What inspired me to do the skull and the helmet saying “WAR IS HELL” on it was a picture I saw on Facebook one day. I had seen it just a week before starting this project and I had that idea in my head when starting the project. The quotes were inspired from reading the book we read in class, The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien
Artist Statement
My painting expresses the truth of my perspective statement because it shows in multiple elements how gruesome and cruel war is. My perspective statement is “The truth of the Vietnam War is that it changed people, and not for the better. It forced our brave soldiers, men fighting for our freedom, to be caught in an inevitable hell.” In my painting I chose to paint a skull head wearing an army helmet that saying “WAR IS HELL” on it showing that, one, war is hell to those fighting and that war kills. I added in the quotes I liked or connected with from the book we were reading in class before this project. My favorite quote is more in the middle of the painting next to the skull to be one of the main focuses. It is in silver to stand out more as well. I painting in the flags of the forces fighting and the different sides who were fighting together and I put the dates for more information for audiences who will look at my art work.
In my first draft, I had a lot more elements than Ina my final copy. I realized in the second draft what things I could draw and want things I wouldn’t be able to paint such as in my second and first draft I have a gun but in my second draft I came to realize it was very hard for me to draw a gun let alone paint one that I would be proud of and I always try to create work that I am proud of. As I went on to my third draft, I made the change to not do a gun and to add in the skull wearing the helmet instead of it just being there. I added in the dates as well in my third draft to just add more to the piece. When making my final draft I decided to add in communist and capitalist above the flags of those sides.
What inspired me to do a painting was the fact that I love to paint but I am not good at it and Stephen said he wanted us to challenge ourselves. This was a challenge for me but I wanted it to be. What inspired me to do the skull and the helmet saying “WAR IS HELL” on it was a picture I saw on Facebook one day. I had seen it just a week before starting this project and I had that idea in my head when starting the project. The quotes were inspired from reading the book we read in class, The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien