Week 3 Diary of a Young Girl

    My feelings of week three's reading of Anne Frank's Diary of a Young Girl continued with concern and worry for the wellbeing of the occupants of the annex as Anne and Peter explore their developing romantic feelings for each other.  With their world being as closed up as it is, would they have felt the same about one another if they had never been forced into hiding? I think Anne had different thoughts of how all the boys wanted to be her boyfriend and would ask her to do things, to which she had turned down many requests. She liked to tease the boys. So no, I don't think that Anne and Peter would have ended up together if they had not been forced to live together in the annex. Peter was seventeen and a half and Anne was almost fifteen during this part of the book. Their age difference and the fact that they would have been around other boys and girls out in public, in my opinion, would have made their relationship possibly never happen.  

    Worries of illness and poor quality of food and vegetables in particular were also a repeated concern for everyone. Rotten potatoes, lettuce, and spinach were all that they had to try and survive. How terrible that must have been to not be able to go out to the farmer's market or store to get the food and supplies they needed. To be told by the ones you trust to bring everything you need to survive, that all the vegetables and food are in short supply so here’s what you have to get by. That would be scary to think about. Maybe the food is going to be gone, and we are going to be stuck in here and starve to death. I have never had to think about not having food or clothing, being scared of being found and tortured or killed because I believe differently than others.  

    The part I thought about the most was from the entry Anne made on Monday, 22 May 1944.  She says on page 239,” I hope one thing only, and that this hatred of the Jews will be a passing thing.... For anti-Semitism is unjust!” This resonates with me as this is what is going on in our world today. So much hate and even Anne wished for its end all that way back in 1944. Eighty-two years later humanity is still behaving like animals towards each other. I feel sad that no matter how many wishes for peace, the hatred is still alive, whether it be toward Jews or blacks or whites or native Americans, the list goes on and on and on forever. Will the world ever be able to find peace?