In SS Class recently we have been learning about the Romans, and their ledgendary gladitorial games. We created a "Lost journal" of a Roman gladiator, so here is some Excerpts of the journal that I created.

Roman Gladiator Journal EXCERPT:

Today, I have decided to start my journal, as my life

seems to spin out of control. My name is Titus Vibius

Secundus and I am a Gaul, for now. My village is on the

brink of being raided by the Romans. I don't know how to

feel about them, are they good, or bad?





It has been a few days, filled with chaos and

death all around me. People are dying of exhaustion

from the many miles of walking, from sickness, and

beatings, and starvation. They have stolen all the

belongings that any of us have brought along, jewelry,

weapons, and any other things that they could find, but I

was able to keep this journal by throwing it under a shrub

when they checked, and I grabbed it as we walked by,

but I think that one of the Roman guard saw me, I hope

that he doesn’t check later...They talked last night about

going to Rome, so I finally know that we are headed for

the center of these horrible peoples homes. I would love

to burn their home to the ground, and destroy all that

they stand for and all that showed they even existed, but

that is not possible, yet.





So apparently gladiators go to school. What

is a school, though? Well, today I learned that we go to

a special school, gladiator school, also known as a Ludis

Gladiatorius. Here, we will be trained to fight, so we can

entertain the horrible Romans. Huh. Their form of

entertainment – I kill you, I kill you, I kill you, too. My

owner brought me here earlier this morning. When I

entered, there was a solemn looking man who looked at

me, then nodded and mumbled back to my owner. He

grabbed my arm and dragged me in through a set of

large gates. Inside, were various people. They walked

around alone, eying each other, sizing each other up for

a fight. Some of them walked around looking like me,

totally lost. I hear a large banging noise and I turn

around. The solemn faced guy said, “Once the gates are

locked, escape is not possible.” Oh-oh.





Just now, I found this journal again, and

thought I’d make one last entry. It’s been many years,

since that first fight. I have done well, or at least the

Emperor has thought so. After many years of fighting

valiantly, on my last game, as my opponent stood over

me, I once again raised one finger on my left hand, and

looked at the Emperor. He whispered to the man next to

him, who handed him a wooden sword. A gasp arose

from the audience as I realized what he had done. It was

a sign of freedom. I could retire from being a gladiator

once and for all, no longer forced to fight. Although my

fighting days are over, I will never forget what I had been

taught to do. I will never forget my friends who have all

been killed. Even though I am considered a Roman

citizen, I despise these Romans with their stupid killing

games, and I will to this day follow my promise that when

this empire is falling, I will be the one to light the city

aflame.