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Directions and Grading

1. Ask questions, identify the speaker and when they speak, point out symbols, and make comments, comment on connotation and denotation, point out word choice, syntax, figurative language, anything pointing to the theme, and make connections.

2. You need to place enough comments and or questions to equal 30 points.

Table Twitter 30 Points:

Questions: 3 Points
Summary of passage: 1 Point
Comments: 1 Point
Connections to another story or movie : 2 Points
Answers: 1 Point
Literary Terms/Figurative Language/Syntax : 4 Points
Super thoughtful comments: 3 Points

Round 1 (FOCUSED PASSAGE ROUND): This round, you will work with a group to analyze one passage on the Padlet. Anything goes, but you need to focus just on your passage, and there is no talking. Basically, you will have a silent discussion about your passage. This will last 8 minutes.

Round 2 ( QUESTIONS ONLY): This round, there is still not talking. In this round, you respond to all the passages, but you can only respond with questions this time.

Round 3: You may talk this round. In this round, you will answer as many questions as you can and add new comments on each passage as well.

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With a few minutes, the camp looked like an abandoned ship. Not a living soul on the paths. Near the kitchen, two cauldrons of steaming hot soup had been left half full. Two cauldrons of soup, right in the middle of the path with no one guarding them! A feast for kings, abandoned, supreme temptation! Hundreds of eyes looked at them, sparking with desire. Two lambs, with a hundred wolves lying in wait for them. Two lambs without a shepherd--a gift. But who would dare? (Wiesel 52).

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A few days after the visit of mine, they closed the dentist's surgery, and he was thrown into prison. He was going to be hanged. It was alleged that he had been running a private traffic of his own in the prisoners' gold teeth. I did not feel any pity for him. I was even pleased about what had happened. I had saved my gold crown. It might be useful to me one day to buy something--bread or life. I now took little interest in anything except my daily plate of soup and my crust of stale bread. Bread, soup--these were my whole lie. I was a body. Perhaps less than that even: a starved stomach. The stomach alone was aware of the passage of time. (Wiesel 47).

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We walked slowly. The guards were in no hurry. We were glad of this. As we went through the villages, many of the Germans stared at us without surprise. They had probably already seen quite a few of these processions.

On the way, we met some young German girls. The guards began to tease them. The girls giggled, pleased. They let themselves be kissed and tickled, exploding with laughter. they were all laughing and joking and shouting blandishments at one another for a good part of the way. During this time, at least we did not have to ensure either shouts or blows from the rifle 🤬.

At the end of the four hours, we reached our new camp: Burna. The iron gate closed behind us. (Wiesel 42).

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Within a few seconds, we had ceased to be men. If the situation had not been tragic, we should have roared with laughter. Such outfits! Meir Katz, a giant, had a child's trousers, and Stern, a thin little chap, a tunic which completely swamped him. We immediately began the necessary exchanges.

I glanced at my father. How he had changed! His eyes had grown dim. I would have liked to speak to him, but I did not know what to say. (Wiesel 34).

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Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, which has turned my life into one long night, seven times cursed and seven times sealed. Never shall I forget that smoke. Never shall I forget the little faces of the children whose bodies I saw turned into wreaths of smoke beneath a silent blue sky.

Never shall I forget those flames which consumed my faith forever.

Never shall I forget that nocturnal silence which deprived me, for all eternity, of the desire to live. Never shall I forget those moments which murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams into dust. Never shall I forget these things, even if I am condemned to live as long as God Himself. Never. (Wiesel 32).

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There was still some food left. But we never ate enough to satisfy our hunger. Our principle was to economize, to save for tomorrow. Tomorrow would be worse yet.” Night by Elie Wiesel page 23

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Annihilate an entire people? Wipeout a population dispersed throughout so many nations? So many millions of people! By what means? In the middle of the twentieth century! Still, our first impressions of the Germans were rather reassuring. The officers were billeted in private homes, even in Jewish homes. Their attitude toward their hosts was distant but polite. They never demanded the impossible, made no offensive remarks, and sometimes even smiled at the lady of the house. A German officer lodged in the Kahns' house across the street from us. We were told he was a charming man, calm, likable, and polite. Three days after he moved in, he brought Mrs. Kahn a box of chocolates. The optimists were jubilant: "Well? What did we tell you? You wouldn't believe us. There they are, your Germans. What do you say now? Where is their famous cruelty?” The Germans were already in our town, the Fascists were already in power, the verdict was already out—and the Jews of Sighet were still smiling. (9-10)

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: "Jews, listen to me," she cried. "I see a fire! I see flames, huge flames!" (25).

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Suddenly Batia Reich, a relative who lived with us, entered the room: "Someone is knocking at the sealed window, the one that faces outside!" It was only after the war that I found out who had knocked that night. It was an inspector of the Hungarian police, a friend of my father's. Before we entered the ghetto, he had told us, "Don't worry. I'll warn you if there is danger." Had he been able to speak to us that night, we might still have been able to flee...But by the time we succeeded in opening the window, it was too late. There was nobody outside. (14)

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: "You don't understand," he said in despair. "You cannot under- stand. I was saved miraculously. I succeeded in coming back. Where did I get my strength? I wanted to return to Sighet to describe to you my death so that you might ready yourselves while there is still time. Life? I no longer care to live. I am alone. But I wanted to come back to warn you. Only no one is listening to me ..." - Moshe the Beadle