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Old Religion Assignment (PG 13)

I used to be enrolled in a Catholic High School in Canada and even though I'm not personally religious, Religion was my favourite class! I HIGHLY recommend taking religion even if you're a hardcore atheist. A common misconception about religion classes is that they teach you to be religious or force religion upon you. That's not even close. Religion is about teaching you about the different kinds of religions and different aspects of them. You go on field trips and meet some pretty amazing religious people (I met a Buddhist monk and a Rabbi and he was really funny). Religion classes are about learning about the different kinds of religions and where they come from, why they exist, what the followers believe in, different rituals, all that fun stuff! Class debates were also frequent and quite fun! 

Anyways, back on track. This assignment looks way better in google docs, but I figured I'd put it here anyways ^u^ My last name has been changed for privacy reasons, as well as any other personal information. I got a 4+ (A+) on this btw ^u^. I believe every word I wrote down about the war and the character Merissa's opinion about why she was there and everything else. Just to add that little bit more to the story, I made sure I truly did believe every word. If I didn't, all the emotions written down would be fake. I don't want that. Enjoy!

WARNING: This story contains gory topics and it is a dark story. It contains details form World War two and is written from the point of view of a teenage Jewish girl during the war. If you are under the age of 13, I recommend you don't read this story. 

TRIGGER WARNING: If you are squeamish or don't like reading things about war or the Holocaust or anything like that, please don't read this part.

Enjoy!

Journal

This journal belongs to Taylor *******

Age: 15

Birthday: December 1st, 1919

Adress: Luckenwalder Strasse 99, Niedersachen Celle

Phone Number: 05141 39 37 82

This is the published Journal of Holocaust victim Taylor *******, with the addition of an entry from both Todd and Erica. 

This version has been translated from Hebrew in German and English. 

September 1st 1935

It was the two nights ago, during the middle of our Shabbat celebration that we were taken forcefully from our home. We thought that making us wear a yellow star on our front and back saying that we were of the Jewish faith, humiliating us, searching our houses and destroying them for no reason; we thought it couldn't have gotten worse than that. How we were wrong. They ripped us from the only synagogue left in town and destroyed it, and holding us at gunpoint to get into a train car that was previously meant for cattle or horses. I couldn't imagine the soldiers forcing their families or their fellow soldiers into these train cars, so why are they forcing us?

Luckily for me, I got to stay with Mama, Papa, Todd, and Erica. My younger siblings and I were split up once we arrived due to our variation in age when they were making us give them our things and our clothes. We got this horrid smelling stripped clothes and we were forced to cut our hair very short. They shaved Todd's head and cut Mama, Erica, and my hair very very short. Papa was already bald so they didn't have to shave his hair. We were thrown into a large hut (which felt very small from the beds and the people). To our surprise, they made everyone share a bunk with ⅔ people. I felt very claustrophobic and filthy. They're forcing us to work in harsh conditions with little to no food. The little rations that we get to keep us alive taste so horridly, that I only eat it because if I don't, I'll die.