Marcus by Stanciu Razvan

First day

stanciu_razva — 2015-05-03 17:54:24 UTC

It was just an usual day at school, classmates were fighting and arguing with each other only becose they werer from different gangs or other races, and this white boy look so scared like he is caught in a war. If you think about it, this looks like a war,but not between countries, but between some gangs.

And the teacher, a white girl, Erin i think it's her name, can't really remember, i don't know for how much can she survive in this environmnet, but i see she tries to get our attention, somtimes maybe too hard.

Miss G's surprise

stanciu_razva — 2015-05-03 18:36:16 UTC

Today Miss G,as we call her( her real name is Erin Gruwell), said she had a surprise for us and she brought diaries for everyone of us in which we can write whatevere we want in them. We can let them in the locker if we want her to read them.

I think i start to like this teacher, but she still has a lot to do if she wants to have a normal class.

The day went as usual, Miss G trying to teach us lots of things about some writer whose name i forgot, after the class i be chilling with ma' man Andre around the block looking for something new to do.

Meeting the survivors

stanciu_razva — 2015-05-03 18:56:14 UTC

In today's class we watched a documentary about the "Holocaust", showing how people were treated in the concentration camp and how families were torn apart, children being left alone, man being sent to work like slaves. After that she took us at a restaurant to meet with the people that survived in a concentration camp, some of which were held in the worst concentration camp, Auschwitz. They told us how they survived there, how they were taken away from their family and the loved ones, it was really sad to hear all of their story and thinking at how much they've gone through, but they still made it out alive. It gives me strength, the strength i need to keep my hope that one day i will escape the projects.

Survival of the fittest

stanciu_razva — 2015-05-05 20:51:40 UTC

I still remember those days when i and my best friend Clay were getting beaten by others just because we were from different gangs, one time we almost got shot, but luckly one of them guys as not that stupid to shoot at to little kids. It feels like hell in the projects so Clay decide to get a gun, you know how they say "Survival of the fittest".

We were so excited, we never held a gun in our hands and it seemed so heavy, but than lack of experience with guns got him killed, he accidentally pulled tha trigger and killed himself and when the police came what did they see, a black guy and a dead body so they automatically claimed that i was the one who killed him so they sent me to Juvenile Hall.

That was one of the worst experiences in my life, black people screaming at each other, throwing their gang signs. I was hopeless, the first night i cried, i cried a lot but there was nothing i could do. At the end of my time at the Juvenile Hall i've already become a man, at that moment i wasn't afraid of anything, i've seen it all

Meeting my hero

stanciu_razva — 2015-05-05 21:19:31 UTC

This is one of the greatest things that Miss G has ever done for us, she brought in front of the class

Miep Gies, all the way from Netherland. I could finnaly meet my hero, the person that hid Anne Frank, she made want to read more books and not because someone made me do it but because i felt like it. Doe miss G thought i used the library card, man i don't even know how that thing looks, but i got my man Jerome that got some of the books from the library that he works in.

Miep Gies gave us a very inspirational speech when i said that she is my hero, and i still consider her my hero, she said that everyone can be a hero, even a simple ghetto boy like me if i manage to do the right things and make the right choices.

Teacher

anaghioc — 2015-05-24 18:47:43 UTC

Wow! Great background! Good work!