Like Milkweed, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas started out slow and somewhat hard to follow because of the third person point of view. After finishing the book I still didn’t like it as much as Milkweed but I did end up enjoying it more than I originally thought I would. I don’t think The Boy in the Striped Pajamas deserves as much rave as it initially gets but I still enjoyed how Bruno came from a Nazi family and how he was oblivious of everything happening at the concentration camp next to his house.
I ended up really liking the book Milkweed by Jerry Spinelli. At first it was really slow but once you got farther it became interesting and kept me wanting to read on. I ended up taking away a lot from the story of Misha and him living in the ghetto. It was a really great book and I’m glad I got the chance to read it.
My favorite motif in Milkweed b Jerry Spinelli is the cow. I like this motif the best because I like what the cow represents, hope and survival. The cow represents hope because all the people living in the ghetto keep looking for a cow. They are hoping when they find the cow all their problems will be gone. It represents survival because it is their only hope and their last real food.
I have just started to read the book Milkweed by Jerry Spinelli. I have not taken a liking to it quite yet, it has been somewhat of a slow moving book so far. In English we were assigned a book club group, I was assigned comparing and contrasting Milkweed and The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. I’m really looking forward to reading The Boy in the Striped Pajamas because everyone tells me it’s a really good book.
Religion has been a huge part of my life since what seems like my first minutes on earth. When my parents were growing up they went to church every Sunday and decided they’d like to pass that tradition down to me. So when I was just nine months old I was baptized during the Easter Vigil mass at Saint Benedict in Chicago, Illinois. It was a beautiful mass, not that I would know, I was asleep the whole time. Not realizing it was actually something important. But that’s not what made that night memorable, my dad who was raised in the Methodist church was being initiated into the Catholic church that night, as well. When I was born my Mom, who was raised Catholic, and Dad decided we would become one in the Catholic church. So on that April night my dad and I were both being welcomed into the Catholic church together.
Catholics are defined by there mission of spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ, administering sacraments and exercising charity. Catholics are led by the pope in Vatican City. Catholics are a denomination of Christians. Ever since I was baptized my family and I have become more and more involved in the Catholic church by the second. I’m at my church so much I literally consider it my second home. When I was little I went to a Catholic preschool in Columbus and then when we moved to Cleveland my parents started teaching PSR (Parish School of Religion) and now they are in charge of the whole 6-8 PSR at are church.
My parents have lead me into this religious lifestyle. We go to church every Sunday from 10:30-11:30 and then come back from 3:30-8:00, in other words on Sunday the church is the only place I actually see besides my homework. I mean I don’t mind basically living in the church because that’s what I’ve grown up doing and knowing. My church, Saint Gabriel’s in Concord Township is completely made of wood with some stained glass surrounding the perimeter. It looks like it could be in the middle of a quaint little forest in the middle of no where, but instead it’s off a busy street with cars going so fast they’re in a blur. My church smells like old people with a hint of a potpourri, but some how that makes you feel welcomed. It tastes like the body and blood we receive at communion, but personally I think the bread tastes like cardboard. But most importantly Saint Gabriel’s feels like my second home, filled with family, friends and strangers that always are willing to lend me a smile through the hardest times.
Have you ever froze time for maybe just a minute to think about the little things in life that make you smile or the things that make you feel great inside. When I occasionally freeze time I think about so many things. Today I had an audition for a musical, I thought about how great is to be on stage and how I would to be stuck in the moment with the spotlights on me forever. Whenever you have a bad day and feel like there is nothing to smile about, think, look around, the world’s surrounding you… That’s something to smile about.
Beauty is so many things. Beauty can be the way you look, the way you dress and even the way you walk. In America when we think of beauty we see blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, skinny and tan. But I personally try to look beyond that stereotype. I don’t match America’s description of beauty but that doesn’t mean I’m not beautiful. In my opinion there is no correct definition of beauty. Beauty is a characteristic you admire about a person or yourself. Perhaps it’s an attribute you wish to have. Beauty isn’t about what you see on the outside but also what’s on the inside.
“Everything has its beauty, but not everyone sees it.”-Confucius