A Not-Mal Day Analysis

I was in my reading circle group. This is something that everyone had , we were at a huge school, so we were all in different rooms with our reading groups for that time. The window was open, which let in a small breeze, that was also combined with the sound of a thunderstorm in the distance. I was and still am terrified of storms, but I can control this fear of loud noises at school, so I was calm. A huge breeze suddenly came in but we thought nothing of it. We were reading Junie B. is

By this time we had pulled up to the school. Then we exited the bus and dragged ourselves through the prison gates of the prison that were disguise as doors of a school. As I went through the day I could tell something was going just from the vibe of my class and the atmosphere in the halls in between classes. Especially when we had lunch the teachers looked like teens girls who were gossiping out the latest secret but by the look on their face it was clear that something worried them and it was serious. For the rest of my lunch period I tried to think of what could accrue such a situation at the teacher table like nothing was coming to mind. When our lunch period was over our class went back to the classroom. 15min into the class the tornado drill bell started ringing and our teacher hastily escorted us to the hall and had us sitting down with our back against the wall so close to the person next to us we could read each other’s minds. Even with all that’s happening I still wasn’t worried because we had many tornado drill since we lived on Tornado Valley, but never were there tornados. I felt like they were just a waste of time, excepted when they got me out of an energy draining class or a test that

In Adrienne Rich’s “Storm Warnings,” the progressive structure details the storm’s advancement, the imagery illustrates the surrounding environment, and the calm diction presents the speaker’s state of mind, depicting an actual storm as it nears and the metaphorical turmoil the speaker is experiencing. People hear storm warnings, however, as the storm unfolds, one can merely brace themselves since the storm is inevitable and light hope within them.

Trees I didn’t see any body so I was worried. Then we found the whole city in a storm shelters underground. (1 tornado) (2 after tornado) It felt weird because knowing that all of these people will lose their houses. I saw things I will never forget it was really fast the speedometer said it was going 235 mph. I heard it was loud and breaking houses was even louder we had headphones to protect or

I opened the door, plugged in my iPod, and started to walk down to our cabin. Then a saw it, there were trees lying on the ground, branches everywhere. I looked around, inspecting everything. I ran back to the camper, telling my parents what happened. We all ran outside, looking at the mess. Then mom’s phone rang, and she told us it was Grandpa Kvam. We all held our breath as they spoke on the phone. Once mom was done, she looked at us and said, “That was Grandpa, checking on us. We were in a tornado last night.”

Heading out, i see a clear dull blue sky as the sun isn't fully out yet. I had to walk down the 7 blocks. Its was just a straight line to the corner of peoria. The horror that walk is. I can only see the gap of the road and the cars passing. I couldn't look away because it was my destination. the fear of seeing my bus pass. It’s only one chance, if i miss this bus, i will be late because the next bus comes every 30mins. Being late was a one way ticket to the wrath of my mother. Walking down and feeling the cold breeze through me. Making it to the stop sign was hope of making it to school on

The day started off just like any normal day. The News was calling for bad weather, but nobody really took it seriously, the sun was shining, and it was a pretty day. It was not until around four o’clock in the afternoon that it started to become gloomy and weary outside, clouds were dark, winds began to blow harder, thunder, lightning, it was a typical storm. At five o’clock my grandmother called saying that the wind had blown over one of her trees and she did not want to stay alone at her house anymore. We went and picked her up to take her home with us since we had a basement in our home. As we were on our way to our house is when the storm really began to be alarming. The sky turned to a color that I had never really seen before, almost like a green but not a pretty green, a gloomy green. Everything seemed to be sepia like a filter you put on a picture, as if it were a movie that had been edited to seem unreal. That is when it started, we were in a race with the storm hoping that we got home and in our safe spot before it caught up to us. As soon as we got home and started inside there it was. It had caught up. The noise of a tornado is one that you never really understand until you experience it, it is like the sound of a freight train. The whistle of the wind and the whipping noise of everything hitting the walls of the house is a sound that cannot be compared to anything else; It is a sound of its

It is August 28, 2005. I am 11 years old. I see My mom and I walking to the corner store to get candles for the House. It was the day before katrina made landfall and New orleans was one of the cities that required mandatory evacuation. We stayed in the 7th ward off St. Anthony and North Rocheblave. As we were walking to the store a lot of people were sitting on their porches getting things ready for katrina. Now a lot of older people that stayed in new orleans 's felt like they could ride this storm out like they did Betsy which was around 1965. My Mom and I walked home after we came from the store and the wind started to pick up. We sat on the porch until it got dark because it felt so good outside. Eventually we went inside and began to watch the news. I had a scooby doo bag that I had reserved with all my emergency snacks. That was a epic fail because all I did was ask my older cousins if they wanted anything or I ate it myself. It was about 2:00 in the morning. My mom had came woke me up because the house had began to flood. It wasn 't a bad flood but we had water in our house and it was up to my ankles. We moved to the back of the house where the water was less severe, and wait for a little while. Maybe like around 6:00 am things started to get really serious we heard water rushing in. If you ever been to a water park and heard the sounds of the water swirling before you go into the slide that 's exactly what it sounded like.The water was cold and murky. It basically

I wandered out of our alley and went up to her and said, “Hi Mrs. Mason, quite the storm we’ve had, huh?” To which she replied in her Southern accent, “You know, Ben, besides for the storm of 78’, this must be one of the worst, maybe the worst storm I’ve ever seen.” I was so shocked to see her outside. Never before had I seen her outside in such brutal conditions which really attests to how strong of a woman she was. Sure, I’d seen her walking outside in the freezing cold when I glanced through my bedroom window, but never had I seen her out in such atrocious weather. Reflecting back on it, though, I shouldn’t have been so surprised because this was who she was. That was her routine. Still, Mrs. Mason keeps walking around, always chatting with our neighbors and mailman, giving lost Brown students directions in sweet Southern accent, and keeping up her fashion.

The flowers were blooming, the birds were chirping, and the sun was shining on May 10, 2003. My family and I were about to make a shopping trip to Walmart in Hannibal, Missouri. My older brother, Darin, decided not to go because he, like “most teenagers”, did not want to spend his Saturday night with his parents and younger brothers and sister. As we pulled out of the driveway dad turned on the radio to 104.7 KRES Country. Immediately the broadcaster is giving a weather report saying, “There is a likely chance of severe storms this afternoon and a tornado watch is in effect until 8:00 PM.” It was already getting dark in the west and the wind was starting to pick up. My mom then asks, “Do you think we should leave Darin at home with the storm rolling in?” Dad answers saying, “I doubt it will amount to much, he will be fine.” Just as we are about to turn onto Highway 36 dad stops the car. “What are you doing?” mom asks. “Something is telling me to go back and make him go with us.” Dad says. He then turns the 2001 tan minivan around to coax Darin to go with us.

Tuesday morning the 10th of May had begun as any normal work day in our household. Pam’s alarm had gone off at the ungodly hour of five o’clock in the morning and I had rolled over waiting for my alarm to sound at a more decent hour of six o’clock. Then I would start my day. When we left for work that morning we had to stop and go back because Pam had forgotten her office keys. She never seems to forget her coffee but the keys are another story. The traffic was at a normal rush hour crawl as we headed south on Rufe Snow to make our way onto highway 121 towards Fort Worth and eventually to Texas Wesleyan University. On this particular morning the sun had not yet peeked over the horizon. However, the glow in the few floating clouds was announcing that summer was on its way and today was going to be a sunny, hot day in Texas.

Earlier that morning it felt as though it would be just another ordinary Saturday. The birds were singing, the tractors were ploughing, but little did I know that at that point, this was no regular day for what was to come on the sunny day was very irregular indeed.

It is August 28, 2005. I am 11 years old. My mom and I are walking to the corner store to get candles for the House. It was the day before katrina made landfall and New Orleans was one of the cities that required mandatory evacuation. Were staying in the 7th ward off St. Anthony and North Rocheblave. As we were walking to the store a lot of people were sitting on their porches getting things ready for Katrina. Now a lot of older people that stayed in New Orleans 's felt like they could ride this storm out like they did Betsy which was around 1965. My Mom and I walked home after we came from the store and the wind started to pick up. We sat on the porch until it got dark because it felt so good outside. Eventually we went inside and began to watch the news. I had a Scooby doo bag that was reserved for all my emergency snacks. That was a epic fail because all I did was ask my older cousins if they wanted anything or I ate it myself. It was about 2:00 in the morning, My mom has come wake me up because the house was beginning to flood. It wasn 't a bad flood, but we had water in our house and it was up to my ankles. We moved to the back of the house where the water was less severe, and waited for a little while. Maybe like around 4:00 am things started to get really serious we heard water rushing in. If you have ever been to a water park and heard the sounds of the water swirling before you go into the slide that 's exactly what it sounded like.The water was cold and murky. It

I was deserting everything I had, or so I had anticipated, at first. Toward the conclusion of the school year, my dad had transferred his job, but in order to do so, we had to move to Pennsylvania, first into a temporary home, then a brand new one. On the last day of school, I couldn’t stop crying goodbye to my friends and teachers. In a week, I would be breaking away from my friends, my family, my home, my cat, and many of the places I had come to grasp and enjoy in Ohio.

Keep in mind that at this time, I was terrified of storms. My older brother came into the camper along with our dog, Spackie. He told me to quickly shut the windows. I was, but also crying loudly at the same time. He eventually was screaming at me to shut up and shut the windows. Then as my mom walked in, a huge branch landed on the canvas of our camper. I started screaming. My mom told my brother to take me and the dog into the cabin. But because our dog was kind of stubborn sometimes, my brother had to carry him. So, I would run into the cabin first with my brother following. My mom stood by the door and counted to three. On three I took off for the door without stopping. I kept my eyes on the cabin door until I reached it. Since I was wearing flip-flops, while I was running, I lost one of my shoes, but I still didn’t stop. A couple of my older cousins were standing by the door and