Class of 2013!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I first came to dudley I was bullied , I started skipping class and everything but then I thought about it . I don't need friends to succeed so I cut off all them bitches and started doing me. Then my school years went by fast as hell. Those same people that tried to bully me , been on my ass , all up in my ass but you know me I'm like fuck you lol. But as I leave Dudley I'll never forget those who rode for me and helped me out when I needed it the most. Graduation day is coming up and I'm excited as hell. All those who doubted me will be kissing my ass June 9th.

 

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I believe that people are really going crazy in our world. You really gone shoot up a Mothers day parade when you know people gone have their children , Mothers and friends out their and you gone really shoot up the parade. In my opinion , somebody has to know information that will help the police capture him. The wardrobe he had on had to be seen and for the survivors who seen his face should come out and speak upon what happend.

our generation

Nowadays teens like to stock up on snacks and drinks, and lock themselves up in their rooms for hours. What are these people doing? Spending time on the computer, tv, and other media/ mobile devices, seemingly careless about what is going on out there. All they care about is their video games, their social networking, and entertainment. Why is it in this period of time that these kids have nothing better to do, or so they think? Teens  and young adults of our generation tend to devalue the importance of education. They see education as a waste of time, and they never look forward to it: counting the minutes until the class ends or texting their friends during a lecture.

This could be explained by two words: reality and acceptance. People are unwilling to accept reality, therefore try to escape from it. How they do so can vary, this includes the use of drugs and alcohol, and other substances that give them a sense of excitement and gratification. People in this generation prefer instantaneous gratification rather than deterred gratification. It is almost as if people do not believe in themselves enough to invest in their futures.

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Much of what is known about his life comes from a circle of fellow Holocaust survivors who met in displaced persons camps after the war.They said that when war broke out, Mr. Blum was in Poland and, fearing capture, ran alone across the border to Russia, where he was briefly detained and placed in prison. The Russians soon released him along with thousands of other prisoners to fight the Nazis. The fate of his wife and child, if they existed, is unclear.In the months after the war, Mr. Blum met a family of survivors with two daughters. One of them, Eva, had been in the Auschwitz concentration camp.He married her, although by all accounts it was not a love match. “It was immediately after the war — he thought she was the last Jewish woman alive, and she thought there were no more men,” said a friend and fellow Holocaust survivor who met Mr. Blum around that time. The friend would speak only anonymously, for fear that he would seem to be trying to make a claim on the Blum estate.In 1946, Mr. and Mrs. Blum made their way to Zeilsheim, a displaced persons camp on the outskirts of Frankfurt. In the chaos of postwar Germany, Mr. Blum became a smuggler, as many Jews did, Mr. Skurka said: He pirated cigarettes into Belgium while biding his time waiting for a visa to the United States. During that period, Eva remained in Zeilsheim and Mr. Blum preferred the livelier Berlin.

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“I spoke to Roman many times before he passed away, and he knew what to do, how to name beneficiaries,” said Mason D. Corn, his accountant and friend for 30 years. “Two weeks before he died, I had finally gotten him to sit down. He saw the end was coming. He was becoming mentally feeble. We agreed. I had to go away, and so he told me, ‘O.K., when you come back I will do it.’ But by then it was too late. We came this close, but we missed the boat.”Roman Blum was, by all accounts, an emotional man with a large personality. Six feet tall and handsome, he was a ladies’ man, a gambler and a drinker. He was also enterprising and tough in business.

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That is no small matter, as his is the largest unclaimed estate in New York State history, according to the state comptroller’s office.“He was a very smart man but he died like an idiot,” said Paul Skurka, a fellow Holocaust survivor who befriended Mr. Blum after doing carpentry work for him in the 1970s.Gary D. Gotlin, the public administrator handling the case, sold Mr. Blum’s home on Staten Island, auctioned off his jewelry and his furniture and is putting other properties that he owned on the market. Mr. Gotlin’s office, which is overseen by Surrogate’s Court in Richmond County, is also using Mr. Blum’s estate to pay his taxes, conduct an in-depth search for a will and hire a genealogist to search for relatives. If none are identified, the money will pass into the state’s coffers. That, Mr. Blum’s friends said, would be a tragedy, compounding the one that befell him as a young man in Eastern Europe

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Much about Mr. Blum’s life was shrouded in mystery: He always claimed he was from Warsaw, although many who knew him said he actually came from Chelm, in southeast Poland. Several people close to Mr. Blum said that before World War II, in Poland, he had a wife and child who perished in the Holocaust, though Mr. Blum seems never to have talked of them, and the International Tracing Service in Bad Arolsen, Germany, has no record of them in its database. Even his birth date is in question. Records here give it as Sept. 16, 1914; identity cards from a German displaced persons camp have it as Sept. 15.