Taken

Precal study things: 
          Matrices: adding, subtracting,  inverse,  determinant, area of triangle and parallelogram, word problem 
          Vectors: parallel orthogonal or neither,  cross products,  magnitude,  postion vector,  component form,  direction 
          Polar and complex  coordinates, graphing polar,  finding polar and complex

Autumn Butler
          2A
          
          After almost two years in the camps were finally free. As I reminisce about the memories of the camps, we come closer to the house. From standing in long lines, limited food, and watching my kids cry themselves to sleep these things only made the taste of freedom even sweeter. “Only ten more minutes and we’ll be back home,” my husband announced as the kids became rowdy in the back. Once I heard that I was so joyful to see our old neighborhood came back into view and lovely memories of the kids running amuck, neighbors playing cards all rushed back into my head. So you can only imagine how exuberant I was once we pulled up to my home… our family’s home with generation on top of generation in this one home. My heart broke… not even broke crushed is a better word to describe how I feel. All you see is “NO JAPS WANTED” plastered all on the front of the house, with windows busted and so on. All I could do was stand there flabbergasted because this was so surreal, all the pain, hurt, and disappointment all back at once that I was numb, I couldn’t even look at my husband or kids because the hurt would send me over the edge. How could someone do this, how could someone be so cruel? After two years in the camps all I wanted was to come home and start over, but this is just… DEMEANING.

Chayla Miles
          4B
           				I’m a Human too.	
          Hi, I’m Abelard Ägidius Müller or as I am known here as 13268942. I have a name though no one has ever said it. I had a mommy and sister too. I remember the last time I saw them. We had just eaten dinner- oh how miss that- and we were sitting around the sitting room table playing a game- I can no longer recall which game. And then they busted in. They kicked down the door, and men came rushing in. They slapped my mom and my sister began to cry. A solider yanked her by the hair and dragged her out. I ran towards her, but someone grabbed me, the next thing I knew I woke you scared in the back of a truck. That was the last time I saw my mom or my sister. After that it became worse. The man threw me out of the truck and left me here. Where is here? I don’t know. The older boys whisper something about concentration camps, but I don’t what they mean. It’s confusing. So as I lay on my part of this cold, hard floor starving, I wonder about things. I wonder about my mom and sister. I wonder when I can go home. And I wonder what the guards mean when they say that we’ll be gone soon.