Saving the country

My dearest Carla,

It is the 22^nd of June and I knew that I must write to tell you I have survived the evacuation of Dunkirk. And now with France surrendering, we now know that Hitler and his troops are going to attack our islands. Most of our soldiers are tired and had to leave all of our weapons there on the beaches of France. But, we are safe now and that is all that matters. Now, we must wait for the attacks. I will admit I'm scared for my life, but I must know that you and our child are safe. I will fight for our safety and for our country’s safety. My dear, please be safe. I will write soon.

With all my love,

Bruce.

My dear,

It is now July and Hitler has begun his attacks. I think about you day and night. I cannot wait to hold you in my arms once again. It is extremely hard to be away from you for this long.

The RFA are keeping up a good job on defeating Hitler. Even though we are out numbered, we fight hard and long to make sure we are all safe. I know you must be so scared to hear the bomb sirens going off and not knowing what’s going to happen after. I go everyday thinking like that when I'm flying the planes against the Nazis. We go up almost four times a day just to fight off the Germans. Its tough and I’m not always sure if I'm going to come back but don’t worry about me I will be fine.

Its getting tougher as the days go on and I’m on duty have not much time to finish this letter. It is now august and we have lost many people its sad to see them go but I know they have served their country. I am now just waiting for my time to see you. The Germans have changed plans and sent to bomb London. We are all very furious and will take our revenge. We are all ready to take back what is rightfully ours. We are ordered to go to Berlin to have our revenge.

We have won the battle now and I will be returning home to you our bombing of Berlin has sent out a message which was that we shall now be messed with. I will be home in a few short weeks.

With all my love,

Bruce.

The Unforgettable

I will never forget the day my son left, it was June 22 1941. He packed his things and headed on his way. I already knew that this was our last goodbye. I knew that him entering the “Operation Barbossa” that he would most likely not make it out. This was such a gut wrenching feeling, knowing this will be the last time you see your son and being nothing you can do about it. I had tried stopping it before but now the time had come and he had to go through with it. Inside I was broken but I had to stay stong for my daughter, Adal. My eight year old girl was all that I had left and I was all she had left.

Months and months had gone by before I hear d any news, but I knew what happened. I just wish that we would have spent the time we had wisely instead of fighting about it. No one can come into a place demanding something that is not theirs and expect to get it, especially when the place your demanding it from is bigger, stronger, and on their own land. You can not help but to be worried sick the entire time about what horrible things could be happening, I get sick just thinking about it.

By February 2, 1943 they surrendered to the red army . Over 150,000 people died, 45,000 died during the march to prisoner of war camps and in the end there were only about 7,000 survivors. When he did not return home I knew that my worst fear had come true, he was gone forever. The Germans did not get their land so “Operation Barbossa” was pointless.

D-Day, Your Army Experience

June 5th, 1944
Mid-aftertnoon your sitting on your bunk, looking at a photo of your daughter and your wife. You miss them alot, wishing you were with them. "Listen up!" said Lt. Colonel James Rudder, catching your attention. Everyone froze on what they were doing and looked at Lt. Colonel Rudder. "All of you Rangers will be deployed tomarrow. An hour after the first wave of soldiers deployed on the beach." he said in a mild tone. "Be ready at 0530, can i get a hoo-ahh?" he said. "Hoo-ah!" Dog Company yelled out. Everyone went back into what they were doing. You laid down on your bunk, staring at the ceiling. Ranger Garcia, one of your best friends, came up to you. "Whats up with the fown, bro?" he said. "Nothing, I just miss my family at home." you said in a mild tone. "Yea, I do too, bro." he said.
Few hours later, everyone asleep in their bunks, your still awake. Your remembering all of the great times you had with your wife and daughter. You can't sleep at all, hoping and praying to God that you survive the raid tomarrow. You wish you didnt join the army at all. This night was one of the longest nights you ever had. You turned to your side and closed your eyes, thinking of your daughter.

June 6th, 1944
Its 0630, the first wave of soldiers were sent. You are about to go on Omaha Beach. Checking on your gun, making sure your loaded up and everything. An hour pasts and your heading torwards the beach already. You coming closer and closer. Your looking around and you see all of your Company sitting in the boat, with their guns held tight near their chest. Everyone ready to fight, Ranger Garcia comes and sits next to you. "I got your back through, the whole way, bro." he yelled, grabing your shoulder. "Lets go!" you said in motivation. The thought of your daughter taking her first steps made you stare off to space. Garcia pushing you, "Lets GO! Get out of the boat!" You didnt notice that you landed on the beach. You got up and started to sprint to cover. Garcia was behind you, running and shooting. He fell and for a quick second you turned back and got him quickly back up on his feet. Bullets flying everywhere, all you hear is gun shots, yelling, and people dying. It is not the greatest thing you heard, but all you worried about is to get to your objective. Finally getting to a German Bunker, you start to shoot German resistance. Your Company conquering the German bunker, started to go more inland to your final objective, which was to clear a house. You and your Company was in an open feild of grass, with the house in sight. The house was two stories and all the windows were closed, it looked untouched, abandoned. Getting closer and closer to the house. A Sniper shoots Ranger Garcia, that is right next to you. "Sniper!!" one of the soldiers yelled. Everyone dropped and went into low crawl torwards a trench that was near. "Cover fire!" you ordering the other soldiers. Your Company shooting at the house, you picked up Ranger Garcia and brought him into the trench. He isn't responding, your checking his body to see where he was shot, finally nothicing he was shot in the middle of his head. Not noticing that the Company is still shooting you fall back not beleiving that your best friend died next to you. You pick up your rifle, looking at Ranger Garcias dead body and finally focused on your objective. You and your Company went torwards the house cautiously. You and your Company clearing the house.
Everyone clearing rooms, you came to a room that was closed. You kicked the door down. Looking down your sights, a German Sniper comes out of the corner and tackles you. You dropped your rifle and you go into hand to hand combat, which you were an expert at. Fighting him and punching him as hard as you can. Blood coming out of his nose, he punched you. He took out his knife, about to stabb you in the chest you stop him. Fight with all of your strength the knife came closer and closer to your chest. Your wondering where everyone else is at, and that you can use their help. You hear a gun shot, the German Sniper dies. You thorw him off you. Ranger Price shot him, he helps you up. "Thanks man," you said in releif, picking up your rifle off the ground. You and your Company cleared the house, you were finshed with your objective and that you can go home.

June 7th, 1944
Your finally going home. After this what you experienced, you don't ever want to be in the army ever anymore. This was your last mission. Losing your best friend that you grew up with made you think. You literaly came close to death. You feel acomplished for what you did and you wondered why you joined the army. It is not the greatet, like you thought years ago. You thought you will come back with pride, which you did, but you also came back with your best friend dying. Joining the army isn't what you thought it was going to be.

Heart breaking story.

My name is Lorena Richardson. Am a 45 year old mother to 1 great looking son named Johnny Richardson. He is 20 years old and he is bout to taken away to go fight in VE Day. I have one son and his dad left him and all he has in his life is me (his mom). I'm so sacred for him I dont want him to leave my side. If anything happens to him i would be all by myself and i would be in drepession. I dont have a husband to comfort me or a family they left me when I had my son. All i want is for him is to go serve his time that they want him to do, and come home safe and healthy. So i wish my son good look and dont forget about me and that i will ALWAYS LOVE HIM.

My son left with the other military team to go fight in VE Day. When I watched my son walk out my door and enter the military car I cried and cried, he was going to be gone for a short or long time, it depends how long VE Day last. Knowing my son is going to be gone away from me is heart breaking. Hopefully I get to see him real soon. If Hitler didnt want to fight Europe my son would be home enjoying the day with me. The month went by and she still havent heard her sons vocie and didnt get news about how is he doing. Me as a mother is wondering how my son is doing, Eating Healthy, Getting the amount of Water or is he sleeping on something comfortable. All i want is for him is to have what he has in our house and living his life the way he wants.

May 7, 1945. Lorena just woke up and took a shower eat breakfest and did her daily prayers. She heard a knock on the door and she rushed to the door thinking it might be her son and it was a officer. Mam' My name is Officer Jospeh Michaels and am here to tell you news about your son Johnny Richardson, She yes is it good or bad? Its could be both, he said Johnny got shot in his back 4 times, but he survived.
May 16, 1945, Johnny Richardson came home and gave his mom the biggest hug and cried and had the most emotional 5 hours of there life. Lorena sand Johnny went out and had dinner and spend there rest of there lives as happy as they could be, Lorena finally found a man that finally treated her right and the got married 5 years later, Johnny found a girl and got married 5 months after his mom and had twins. They are happier then they could be:)

Fredrik and the Fall of the French

September 21, 1920
My name is Fredrik Vonmeister Reichenbahm. I was born of a happy German family on November 15th, 1891. I was raised in a family along with two other brothers and a sister. Being a child, I was always fascinated with playing guns or rather that I could win. Seeing my beloved country of Germany in a weak economic state sometimes made me bitter. This must be one of the reasons I was determined to make Germany strong, but I knew no way to do so. Then I found a military Cadet school and decided to join the military. I climbed the ranks very quickly and am now considered as a legendary general. Then, on the most glorious day of my life, HITLER CAME TO POWER! We will find the strength that Hitler's Nazi party promises.

December 5th 1939
Since Adolf Hitler came to power I knew Germany would become as powerful as it ever was. The tactics and military advances have revenged on so quickly now. As a field general and experienced fighter, I am quickly becoming closer to Adolf. I insisted that if he let me lead a division of men in combat we would be able to push through France quickly. So with time as well as the blitzkriegs on our side, all we do now it wait to overtake. The world will fear Germany as we show the strength we gained from our weakness.

December 20th, 1939
We have successfully demonstrated our military power by quickly overtaking Poland. Now as the French are in a political crisis, we shall strike hard and fast to overcome them. This was they will have no time to receive help from there inbred dog brothers.... The Brits. Adolf had gathered a meeting for the field generals and commanders late this morning. The plan is to simply catch them off guard, and once they finally react, it will have been too late. We shall attack the French from the depts of the Ardennes Forest of Belgium, making them retreat with their tails between their legs. They will be squeezed between our superior military and the English Channel. I can already see them.... Diving into the ocean from the beaches of Normandy, swimming for their lives. They have no choice, France is ours!

June 22nd, 1940
THE FRENCH HAVE SIGNED THEM! TUE SURRENDER DOCUMENTS! FRANCE IS OURS! Such expansion in such little time. They seemed to fall back so effortlessly. Like taking candy from a baby with no arms. Such new land gained in such a short time, it is time for celebration! Our beloved Germany is now strong again, HAIL HITLER! We continue to push forward, never being defeated on the way. My division of troops are full of celebration. I cannot help but join them in the chanting and singing. Even Adolf himself has thanked me personally for my work as a commander. Though this victory is not mine alone, it is the victory of Nazi Germany! So tonight we celebrate, as brothers of the strongest military the world has yet seen.

July 2nd 1941
Germany must continue to push forward. The French stood no chance against us. It is not time to push into the USSR and complete our mission. We will rule all of Europe and become the strongest nation. We will launch blitzkriegs over Moscow until we rule the USSR, never stopping until we rule the globe as a whole! The axis powers will join together to rule all. I have lead the troops of the 7th Panzer division to victory after victory over the British. Helping the Italians with our tactics to crush the Allies. Victory is for the Axis, and nobody else!

Fall of France

My name is Emily Green I was born on June 3, 1922 in Akron Ohio US. I was a factory worker, I began in 1940. My mother (Elisabeth Auerbach) was from the US. And my dad (Steven Green) was from France. They marry, and the have three children included me. My older brother Travis (17 yrs), and my small sister Marian (5 yrs). Every thing began in 1938 when I was 16. We move to France because my dad wanted to go to his home land, to put a factory of clothe. He wanted a factory since he was 12.

My mom was exited about going to another place. Even she knew that there were some rumors about war. She didn’t care she was just happy. “Emily did you pack your stuffs you now that leave tomorrow”. Mom says “I know” I say. She is freaking out because she never got in a ship. I no happy about leaving Ohio this is my home I have my entire friend and now I have to change everything and I even need to learn French. I just going to miss the thing that I did here. So much thing that I been through. The next day we were leaving. I was scare for all the rumors about the war. But anyways we leave in March 18 1937. That day I felt exited to go and live in another place around the world. When the ship started to move I said “here I start a new life” I felt the cold breeze of the air and I just close my eyes and I think the things that I would do in France. We got in France on 22 of March. It was a long trip, when I firs saw France I felt in love with the country. We live in a pretty good house. My dad put his factory of clothe it was successfully and he make a lot of money. Between the ages of 17 and 18 I went to school, I leaned Italian and French. My firs and last love was Kevin Williams, he was a soldier I marry him in April 5, 1940.

On 1939 Hitler invades Poland and the WWII began. By May 10, 1940 Hitler invaded France. Because of this people had to evacuate to Dunkirk my older brother went to the military and we never saw him again (I miss him). My little sister my mom, dad and I evacuated France. I never saw my family again because when we leave France they put us on different ships. I heard that some French officer escape to England and set up a government-in-exile. I went to Britain I didn’t know nobody in there. I live in the street for 1 week. Then I found a factory I work there by doing weapons. I found a great friend and she let me stay in her home. I always think of my husband Kevin I really miss him and I was worried that something bad happed to him. I worked really hard. The factory of my dad, a rich German owns it. I was sad because I just think about the hard job that my dad did to raise that factory. I was sad I lost everything and I was afraid that I would lose my love Kevin. May 15, Air War, Germany Britain launches its first strategic air attack on Germany with 99 aircraft hitting oil plants and railroad yards in the Ruhr region. I still worked in the same factory it was tired and a just wanted to go back to US. I hear some rumors about what happen in Poland and those places what they did to the Jews and how the kill a massive number of Jews. I just started to hear thing about the war until June 6, 1944 D-day that’s how they call it. A lot of boats and airplanes started to back off Germany. Because of these France got liberated. I quit my job and I went back to France. On July I finally find my husband Kevin when I saw him I just ran and give him a big hug I could believe that he was alive. After that I started to search for my family but I didn’t found them.

Know I live a pretty good life in New York I have 2 children one boy and one gird both of them had great children my grandchildren.

My factory working experience

April 30, 1944

Hello! My name is Mercedez Benz. I am 28 years old and I live in NYC. My parents died during the holocaust and I’m an only child. I am a factory worker. I make guns for the military. As I was working my boss called everybody into his office to announce some important news. He announced Hitler has died of committing suicide. He also said,” we just need to keep making more weapons and America can beat the Germans.”

May 7, 1945

Being a factory worker during WWII is pretty exhausting. You got to make guns like everyday man. Sometimes I wish I could be out fighting for my country but I’m stuck here doing nothing but being bossed around and making weapons. All though the war is coming to an end and being stuck here while a lot of Americans die isn’t so pleasing.

May 8, 1945

Well WWII is finally over us Americans owe a lot of credit due to our soldiers for fighting in the war. Also some credit for the people who made weapons for them like me. We are winners for winning the war just like we always do. Well I guess my work as a factory worker is done.

Victory In Europe, Infamy In Germany

May 9th, 1945
Ruchel Izan Hower

Yesterday was announced victory in Europe Day. My country, that I love, surrendered on the eve of last night. All over Germany, Europe to, was in ruins. The effects of the war have already begun to take their toll on me. The factory that I worked in closed just three weeks ago so am I out of a job to. I took a stroll in their today and found it completely empty with dust and debris filling the air. Garbage was scattered around the entire building. I began to walk around looking for goods that I may be able to sell. I noticed a huge stack of old time cards, so I looked for mine. I finally found it and it read Ruchel Izanhower. I left and went back home for supper.

I wish I could have joined war effort. My older brother enlisted to fight for our great country, unfortanatley he was killed. I was always taught that it is an honor to die for your country. My mother didn’t want me to join because I was her “little baby”. I needed to pass on the family name. My family wouldn’t be able to pay bills without my brother or I working. I stopped getting an education at age 10 and worked in the shoe factory all the way until it closed. Since I’m not working anymore money is tight. We had enough saved that would last us a few more months. We will make it through this, we always do.



May 21st

I hadn’t heard from Julie in a 2 weeks, she was the love of my life. She mysteriously disappeared. I asked around town if anybody had seen her an older man who knew her father said that they were hiding because of the Nuremberg war trials. Julie’s father was the factory owner. He would trick jews into hiring them to work and on their first day he would have Nazi’s waiting for him. I would turn the other way when Mr. Jaigermeister did that. I loved my country, but if I ever questioned him that would ship me out along with the jews.
Later that day…

The mail just came and it was a letter from Julie! She told me that they had fled to India and are staying with one of her father’s contacts he had made through the shoe factory. They had to wait it out and maybe he wouldn’t be on trial. She believed that he would be imprisoned for life. She sent me her love. I couldn’t write back because she couldn’t put a return address on the envelope or it might give away Julie’s fathers whereabouts. I was glad to hear from her though, I had began to grow more worrisome by the hour. I hope I will be able to see her soon and life could go back to the way it was during the early days of the Third Reich. For now all I have is my hope…

"I'm tired of listening to them."

“Fiona,” My mother called from downstairs. I was too busy playing with my rag doll that had horse hair attached to her head which made her hair feel real and soft. I continued brushing her hair, ignoring my mother, until I heard loud footsteps going up the stairs. “Fiona,” my mother lightly knocked on my closed door and repeated my name two or three more times. “Fiona Baconshnitzel, you are acting like a brat. You need to understand the situation. I'm sorry your father couldn't make it home last week but look, he has written you a letter!” I slowly opened the door. I found it funny how my mother thought I was always upset about my father. My Dad, Albert, is a soldier for the German Army.

I do miss him and I get disappointed when he says he'll come home on certain weeks and ends up not being able to, but I understand. Father always told me I was very understanding for just a nine year old girl. “Thank you mama, do you need help getting dinner started?” My mother nodded yes then scurried away with tears in her eyes. She misses Albert, so does my older brother Eckhart, but me... I don't miss him because he's gone; I miss him because now I have to take care of the family. All mother does is cry all day and cleans. She says it helps her cope. When she is sad or feels lonely, I always feel obliged to spend time with her and make her happy. She tells me all about her wedding day and other memories her and papa shared. I think I know every single story those two have created together. I'm tired of listening to them.

I went down stairs to help mother start dinner. “Actually Fiona, I don’t need help with dinner tonight. Why don’t you go read the letter father sent you?” I ran back up the stairs, grabbed the letter, ran back downstairs, and ripped the envelope open. “Mother, would you like me to read it aloud?” I am very impressed with myself and my reading skills. I am only nine years old but I have read “My Führer” about six times and understood all the hard words. I can also speak English, fluently! Father taught me how! He said I was the quickest learner he’s ever seen. Mother asked me politely to read it aloud and I could see tears beginning to grow inside her eyes. I took a deep breath and started to read.

“Dear Fiona, I miss you so much. I’m so sorry I couldn’t come home last month and I’m afraid I won’t be able to come home this month. I haven’t seen you for over 9 months but I think about you, your mother, and your brother everyday. Your mother writes me about how fast you’re growing up. She says you’re much taller than I probably remember and that you help her feel better. I bet that gets pretty stressful at times, yes? Fiona, I believe you’re old enough to understand what I’m about to tell you. I also know you’re a very understanding person. I have a feeling Germany will not be a good place to raise you and your brother anymore. We just invaded Poland and people are talking that this is going to be the start of WWII. I know Hitler is our chancellor but he is a mean man Fiona and I do not want you looking up to him in anyway. We also have received information that Japan has launched their first attack on Changsha. Hitler’s generals said they’d like to attack Denmark and Norway. I’m scared for Grandma if they actually do attack Norway. I cannot say or write anymore, just in case someone gets ahold of this letter. I can get in a lot of trouble for this, so please do not share this with your friends, only Eckhart and mama. I miss you and love you so much Fiona.’ Bis bald Liebling, see you soon darling.“

Mother began to cry franticly just as I thought she would. I even began crying. I’m so scared for father right now. What if he doesn’t make it alive? Mother grabbed the letter out of my hands and re-read it. “ We must leave Germany, we must go.“ Mother said in almost a whisper. I’m scared, I’m confused, and I don’t understand what’s going on. Father, I’m sorry but maybe I’m not as understanding as you think. I don’t know why Hitler is a mean man but I’m going to listen to father. I’m going to throw away the dumb‘Führer’ book. I don’t know when I’ll see father next but I do know that Germany will have changed a lot, for the better or for the worst by then.

Im sorry Bro...

June 4, 1944

Its not easy being a teen or the enemy of other countries. Especially when they were the ones that forced you to take the blame of WWI. My name is Dominik Soza. Im 17 and live in Normandy, France with my mother Annika Soza, my lil sister Cathrin Soza, and my lil brother Claus Soza. My father, Eduard Soza, is out fighting in the army for our Leader Hitler. HAIL HITLER! We are proud to have Hitler as our leader. He has kept his promises of bringing Germany back to the top of power and giving us better jobs and money.

My lil bro, Claus.Just two more days and he'll just be another year older. The best thing about his Birthday is that mine is right after. June 7, 1944. Ill be another year older myself. 18 years. Im finally gonna be 18. Ill be an adult on my way to join my dad in the army. I wish my dad was here to celebrate this special day wit' me 'n my lil bro but there are other things that need his help. Soon after Im 18 Ill be able to see and join my fater. Leaving my lil bro and sister with mom at home.

June 5, 1944

Right now we're not exactly living in peace. Ever since Hitler came into power and invaded Poland we have been expanding enormously and quickly. Today is like any other. Raining, cloudy skies, powerful winds drove large waves along the beaches, and everyone is at home or at work. With war at hand and Normandy, France under Nazi, Germany there is bound to war here. I just hope it doesnt happen soon. With countries trying to bring us down. Allies figuring a way to make us go back to Germany I know there will be a massive amount of bloodshed.

But I am jus' like er'y body else. I blame others for our lost in WWI and how we were to pay for all of the reparation of WWI. But I feel like the more we gain more and more power others will feel threatened and will build an army against us. I jus' wish it will all end. But that doesnt matter right now. Tomorrow is a special day not only for me, but for my brother.

June 6, 1944

It's my lil bros b-day and today's weather is no different from yesterday. The only difference was the invasion by the allies. On my brothers day an invasion just had to happen. I was outside taking out the trash and the first thing I noticed were 3 airborne division landing behind the beaches. Guns going off from all different directions. I especially heard bombings coming from the nearest beach. I don't know what is going through my mind but I sure as hell didnt duck down or move. All I knew is that my mom bro and sister needed to get out of here or at the least hide out of harms way. When I finally got the sense to move I ran into the house yelling for my mom and my siblings. My mom worried, as a mother she is, is screaming her head off. Calling for my brother and sister to hurry and come down stairs. My sister doesnt know whats going on but as scared as she was, she ran straight out the front door. My mother screaming somemore was about to chase after. I told her would get her and she and Claus should head down to the cellar in the basement. My mom hesitated. No more than a minute and a hlf had passed and she finally calmed down and did as I said. As soon as she headed down to the basement I went straight outside calling for Cathrin. She wasnt anywhere in sight. I know my sister well. She never like to go far by herself so I know she cant be that far from here. Im trying to stay out of eye sight so I dont get shot. But I cant really do that and concentrate on where my sister might be. Im worried she might have been mistaken for the enemy and been shot. Im scared for her and for me. Im hiding behind a bush 3 houses down thinkin' of where my sister could be. The only place she knows so well and that she feels safe is near the beach. Which is where the fight is. I took the normal route we usually take to the beach and sure enough I found here screaming in the middle of the street near the beach holding her hands against her ears. I run quickly toward her and grab her running toward a bush on the other side of the road to get some cover from the flying bullets over our heads. Everywhere I looked to get back home one by one men just kept falling to the ground. I was starting to think there was no way my sister and I could make it back now. I look toward the beach and not only were men falling one by one but dozens by dozens. Hundreds of allied fighter bombers, thunderbolt and mustangs were inland from the beaches hitting strategic targets and isolating the normany area. I didnt have a choice. I had to get Cathrin back home to mom. So I did the only thing I could do..I ran.

Everything Has To Come To An End!!!

Yay!! The last interview, even thought its the last, its also the most important. Why? I will tell you why because if you feel you didn't do a good job on of the two interviews or if you don't have enough information, you need to make sure you get as much INFORMATION as you can get. Do not blow this interview off just because it is the last one. It will hurt you and your grade. So try to ask questions that need to be answered. Also do not doze off during your last interview, it will not help you. All you have to do is relax and be happy. If you care about your grade you will make sure you do a good interview. So people follow these tips because it will help you with your paper. And also one more thing, sadly everything has to come to an end and the interviews are coming to and end. Yay!!

I'm Totally Psycho... I mean Psychic.

(I meant psycho.)

For this third interview, I had extreme difficulty finding a willing interviewee. Though I had too much pride to ask for help, I'm not ashamed to admit I only just now received a reply. After a month. Yeah, I'm just lucky like that, the whole world waiting on my feet, silver platter and all. Nevertheless, I saw this coming; I had too much time in my allowance for me to NOT procrastinate. The one person who did reply was nice, and very amusing, even if it took him until not even an hour ago to reply. But I had so many messages sent out to so many strangers that I didn't remember this guy. Again: lucky, blesséd me.

On another note: Does anyone even use this blog for anything more than a grade? Even then, I don’t see more than fifty-percent of each class posting. I think we’ve all lost the point of everything. Even if people are asking for assistance, is anyone helping? Is anyone doing more than a hundred-fifty words on something forced, rather than created?

The whole point of the I-Search was to learn, and now it’s become a chore. I don't think I'm the only one, but I’ll stop myself here before I create a ten-page rant.

The best interview

My third interview went really well. i was very confident. i made an appentment with him about a week before the interview took place. On the day of the interview, i already have a schedule set, and i was there on time. which was the nice expression. when we started interview, i was not nervous at all because i allready have had the experience from last interview. i memorized all the question so i wouldn't have to keep looking at my paper. Thus the interview went pretty well, and i got lots of information that i did not get in my first or second interview. In the end of the interview he told me that i am a good interviewer.

i recommend the people who haven't taken the interview yet is to relax and think in your mind that it is probably the last interview that you will be doing and consider asking all that questions that you still have.

First the worst, Second the Best

...third the nerd?





My second interview went overall very well. Since this was the second time that I would be doing something that I normally don't do, it was way better than the first experience. The first time I was exteremly nervous but since I already knew what to do.. It wasn't that bad. I interviewed Dr. Viray who has been my orthodontist for the past three years. Knowing him and being familiar with him helped a lot and it made me less nervous. I got to learn about a stranger I barely knew about and I felt as if I accomplished both my English assignment and the fact that I knew him more as a person. Him giving me advice and suggestions in the future makes me feel like I will be successful in the future.

Shaking Kneel

For my second Interview i interviewed Mrs. Omstead. I didn't know who she was at first and i have no idea where her room was. My friends suggest me that i should interview Mrs. Omstead, they know her. I told them i don't know who she is and i don't want to interview her. But they explained me that Mrs. Omstead is a nice person and like to talk a lots. One of my friends Keena said she will asked her if Mrs. Omstead had free time to meet with me. She come with me at Husky Period and we start the interview. This is my first personal interview. I was very nervous. My kneels are shaking while i am interviewing. I stop shaking when it's almost end. It took the whole Husky Period and it was my very nervous moment. After the interview Keena said me why my kneel was shaking a lot, she know why she was just kidding me. We both laugh when we come out of the class.

Tips To Writing And Doing A Succesful Interview

For a succesful interview you need to do only two things, be prepared with questions and if you run out of questions you need to ask the interviewee what else should i know about this career. Running out of questions is very rare. Like for my interview i had enough questions and only at the end when i was done i asked my interviewee what else should i know. Its important to have as much information you can get from the person. The more information you have the faster you can write your paper and get a good grade. This will help if you can not think of anymore questions ask your interviewee what else am i supposed to know. They wil help you by giving you more information. The less questions you have it will be harder to write your paper, so the more the better. So students try these tips like i said before it will help you by giving you more iinformation.

Half Way Done

I interviwed a woman named Faith Munn for my second interview and it was a good interview. It was a phone interview and it was not the same as a regular interview in person. You have to make sure you speak clearly into the phone and don't mumble so the person can here you clearly. That's just a few advice if you are doing a phone interview with someone. Also make sure that you are not doing something else while you are on the phone such as homework, or watching TV, or texting. This is rude and if the person you are interviewing here's it then they might be offended. But I had a good interview and I hope everyone else does to. I dont really recomend having a phone interview because you do not get the same experience as being in person but if it comes down to it and you have to have a phone interview, you might want to follow my advice and you can have a good interview as well. Bye good luck to everyone else. (:

It's Who You Know...

For my second interview I remembered that a doctor I had gone to before wrote children's books. Great, I can ask about illustators. Thats art, right? Any way, I found out he is an art collector, he studied art history, and he knows a local artist that paints in the style I'm interested in, and this artist gives lessons!!! Jackpot!!! Hey, this I-Search thing works! P.S. Yes, it really really helps to record the interviews!

Experience in Business

In my second interview, i didn't have much problem in finding someone, who would be willing to give me their time for my project. I had already experienced on how i was suppose to keep trying to get someone help me. However, i did face a obstacle, which was about the questions to ask from the interviewee. It seemed like i had already asked all of the question needed in my first interview, but then my mom told me to do ask some of the same question with some additional questions in second interview, because she said everyone has different life experience and i might get slightly different responds, that can help me choose the carrier. Thus i was able to resolve the conflict with my mom's help, because now i do think that we shouldn't only depend on only one person's responds to make life lasting choices.

This interview went very well. However, it wouldn't been as much successful if I wouldn't have asked the question "Would you do the same business if you move to some other place" and this question let us have a long conversation, and it came up with very good responds that helped me choose my business even better. As he said "yes because i have a lot of experience in this business. In my own opinion this is the best occupation to have." In this conversation he told me lot of other helpful things too, which really helped me. Thus that question became a key for my interview's success.

Always BE ON TIME. Dress well. Try to make a question that will make a conversation last long, because this is good. It looks batter and professional, and can change some one's totally bleave about you.

2 DOWN ONE TO GO

This interview was the most awkward interview I ever done the guy was shy. He didn't give me a lot of information. The only good thing about this interview is that I did it in Spanish. One thing that I like about this interview was that he told me that been a chef has benefits because you get to know people. He got me motivated to cook. He sounds like a nice guy. After the interview I went to the kitchen and I started to cook a meal for the family. When I done cooking I set the table really good so it would look like a restaurant, and it did. It was good. The interview was OK I learn more about chef and I think that is a good thing for me because I want to be a chef. I think that people that are chef have a lot of fun. And this is how this interview has change and motivated my way of thinking about the life in my future and my future life of the world of a chef and the duties for the hunger of the world