|From Wikipedia. Here is our very wordy "standard" for teaching the Holocaust. For once, Florida got it right.|
|Students listening to the toured section of their trip to the museum.|
We were the last school he ever spoke to.
My students, grief-stricken, organized themselves, convinced their parents, and - without my knowledge - attended his funeral. They did it on their own. I still choke up thinking about it. They made me so proud.
|You can read about Abe's story here. It's truly amazing.|
|Here is Jacques's story.|
|And here is Sabine's.|
In all my blocks, we spent our entire 90 minutes talking.
This is why I teach. I see the dawning realization in these young people that the world is cruel, and that they have the power and responsibility to fix it. To make it better for the future. Their absolute confusion about how people can be so ignorant and hateful is refreshing.
All of this is a lead-up to our reading Elie Wiesel's Night and watching various survivor testimonies. All of the instruction is linked to reading, but it's about so much more than that. It's about helping students to become empathetic, tolerant citizens.
I see it everyday. It makes me realize the world isn't all bad.
It truly is a gift.