when i grow up

Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed.

Never shall I forget the smoke. 

Never shalI forget the small faces of the children whose bodies I saw transformed into smoke under a silent sky.

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

Never shall I forget the nocturnal silence that deprived me for all eternity of the desire to live. 

Never shall I forget those moments that murdered my God and my soul and turned my dreams to ashes. Never shall I forget these things, ever were I condemned to lie as long as God Himself. 

Never. 

-Elie Wiesel, Night

I cannot wait to be an English teacher. 

(I read The Giver as well this past week. Completely different type of book. I loved them both.)