Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Morgan 4

Anne Frank resembles a grown woman in numerous accounts. For one, Anne has her own opinions on things and (usually) truly cares about other people’s feelings and considers them in all of the decisions that she makes. An average teenage girl at the age of 15 would do whatever her will told her to at the moment, and would tend to be very moody most of the time, but not Anne. She is very independent (yet loves having a companion in which she can rely on) and knows deep down what is appropriate in her circumstances and what is not. She also longs to have an intimate relationship with Peter for a while, until she realizes that all she really wants is a solid friendship. She, like many other girls, have realized a sense of regret and that awful feeling that because what you have done is done and now it can never be taken back. All of the actions Anne makes, she takes full responsibility for, and she (unlike many teenage girls) has realized that attitude is everything and it is pretty much the only thing that you can control in an environment!

Morgan Helmendach

Alex's photo & questions: Zoom in. (From Flickr)


Jessica 5

Anne writes that viewing nature makes her feel calm and hopeful. She also writes that the joys of nature can be enjoyed by people both rich and poor. I agree with both of these statements. When I look up at the huge expanse of the night sky and see the white, bright moon and the constellations of stars, I feel more relaxed, just like Anne. Nature is often times beautiful, and anyone, young and old, rich and poor, can witness its grandness simply by stepping outside or, in Anne's case, looking through a window. I can't exactly express why nature has such an effect on people. Perhaps it is the beauty of it? Maybe it is its hugeness? Like I said, I'm not sure why nature nature has this sort of effect, but what I am certain about is that it brings out feelings of calmness, awe, and more, in people.

Alex 5

Where was the fun in hiding? What would you do if you had nothing interesting or more time consuming to do while hiding from near execution? Reading sounds like an optional choice, but what if your books had been left behind when forced into hiding at the last second. Or maybe you're just too depressed to read. Anne surprised me though. Instead of becoming more depressed after losing her strong connections with her family, even her dad, she matured considerably in writing diary entries. She wrote more and more detailed accounts of her daily activities and mentioned some practical philosophy with her lifestyle in hiding and isolation from the rest of the world. Anne didn't give-up on herself. She kept writing because she knew that there was nothing else for her to do except spend quality time with Peter van Daan. Which Anne enjoyed, but she kept writing because it had become her passion.

Jessica's Favorite Passage

My Favorite Passage:"I've asked myself again and again whether it wouldn't have been better if we hadn't gone into hiding, if we were dead now and didn't have to go through this misery, especially so that the others could be spared the burden. But we all shrink from this thought. We still love life, we haven't yet forgotten the voice of nature, and we keep hoping, hoping for...everything." (pg 303)

Anne and the others residents of the Secret Annex live in constant fear of being discovered. The conditions of the Annex ,while not being horrible, are not entirely pleasant. Someone has to wonder, "Is this really worth the misery, going into hiding?" Anne shys these thoughts away with the words in the above passage, which radiate hope for the future. She believes that since the members of the Annex still love life, life in hiding is better than death. With hope, the Jews in the Secret Annex continnue to live. I like this hopeful side of the passage. I also like this passage because of the way it was written. The passage sounds so longing and so unlike the writing of most teeage girls. Anne is astounding writer for her age. If she had survived to live out her life, I bet she would have written some very enjoyable books.

Reid 4 & 5

On Thursday, November 11, 1943 (pg.145) Anne writes "I'm left with one consolation, small though it may be: my fountain pen was cremated, just as I would like to be someday!"

What really strikes me about this sentence is the explanation mark at the end of it. Did she really believe this and truly wanted her body disposed of like this? My guess is that at this point in the war, word had gotten out about the death camps/gas chambers and people knew of their existence. Another striking thing about this sentence is Anne's ability to face the truth of what could happen. For me at least I would not be able to write that down, or even think about it long enough to write it. Anne, who at this point as already has gone through some rough times and was still going through difficult times was able to fully comprehend this delicate situation that she was in. Something that amazes me, and something I will never fully grasp.

page 247 Anne writes "I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death." This was written in 1944, her diary was first published in 1947 by her father Otto Frank. More than a million people have read this book, used not only for the literature, but also for the historical content that line the pages of the diary. But what is more interesting is that Anne has lived on after death, and she has inspired many people in many different ways that I believe she never knew she would have an impact on. After her terrible death in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, her life has been kept in beautiful memory's that lines 332 pages.

Shaunish 5

A photograph is an amazing thing. It takes a moment in time, and captures it, and perfectly preserves it. It's like a memory trapped on paper. It helps us to remember and understand who we were when the photo was taken. Likewise, Anne's diary was her camera. But instead of capturing her physical features, it was a picture of her thoughts, emotions, and feelings. Every time she wrote a diary entry, she aimed her mind's camera at herself, and recorded her inner chaos on paper. As her album grew, she was able to look back and observe how she had grown. She never had to Photoshop it because that would only be lying to herself. Now, decades later, we can flip through her diary and learn about her life. But we have to hold it in the right light, or else the photo is ruined.