Inspired by a guest speaker we had today at school, Paul A. Schwartzbart.
Every time we have Holocaust survivor guest speakers I feel more and more awed by their strength, and it’s slowly begun to sink in that I’m part of the last generation that will ever get to meet Holocaust survivors in person.
This is really my first real attempt at poetry, and of course it’s not all that great, but I feel that it expresses my feelings quite well.
That’s my mom in the second photo. XD She’s so cute~
Happy new year, everyone! Hope the year ahead (tail end of junior year + first half of senior year) doesn’t kill our class too badly, and I hope everyone else has a great time as well. XD I don’t remember much of the past year, but I’m assuming it went well because I am still alive.
Yeap. AIIITE AITE AITE LES DO THIS THAAANNGG.
BRING IT, 2012.