Ice Storm Aftermath February of 2015 gave the upstate of South Carolina sled rides, ice snowmen, and icicles. It gave the school district of Pickens county over a week in total, of no school and delays. Nevertheless, there were still tragedies such as power outages, car wrecks, and furthering catastrophes as a result of the brutal weather. Ultimately, the chance of having a car wreck everywhere doubles at risk and danger when there happens to be poor weather. Safety abides as a precaution the driving public takes in icy weather, however accidents still may happen. Ironically enough, the day the school district of Pickens county finally let the school day occur, an accident suddenly happens to me. I was riding in the passenger seat of my current boyfriend’s car, with him and …show more content…
And at the same time as he was turning onto the bridged road, a teacher drove and unlawfully passed a stop sign. It seemed as if she was running late to her job. Along with the teacher coming towards the car and the ice making the car slide profusely, George tried his best to swerve where injuries would not happen to any of the parties involved in the incident. Barely hitting the teacher’s car, George and the rest of us in the vehicle went spiraling toward the concrete barricades of the bridge. I was in the front passenger side of the car, and that was where the majority of the damage the collision brought happened to be. The lovely teacher stopped, stepped out of her sedan, and made sure us adolescents were all alright. She continued to apologize over and over again until we parted ways. George and the educator exchanged insurance information and she left. George studied the damage, the car was drivable, though not the prettiest sight to witness anymore. He called his parents, telling them what had happened, and next he made sure I was alright. Remarkably, I was
It was a cold day with the ice destroying everything in its path. The farmers trying to kill helpless pheasants. And the cold also slowly killing the pheasants. It was like the ice was trying to take over everything. In “ What Happened During The Ice Storm” by Jim Heynen the theme is brutality.
The article “Blizzards!” by Jeanie Mabane explains how violent and horrifying it was for students who were stuck in their schools because of the blizzard. The article also tells us that many students
: In the story, the characters were very aggravated since every time they walk to school they were always mistreated by Americans, because of this they sabotaged the bus by digging a hole in the road, so that the bus would fall into the hole and crash. They were successful in sabotaging the road but it had consequences, because there were people that wanted to look for and possibly kill the people that were responsible for the crash. In the future chapter the crash may have consequences to the characters, but if they if they didn’t create the hole or didn’t try to sabotage the story would change because there will be no people trying to look for them and they will be no consequences for what they did, but they will have to tolerate that mistreatments
Sacrifice is a very unselfish thing. In “What Happened During the Ice Storm,” by Jim Heynen, tells a story about some farm boys and pheasants during an ice storm. After a careful analysis of the passage the reader understands different themes and how human nature and people behave in challenging situations.
After a careful overview of the story, the readers understands that the author point is that in some situations, people should do the nice thing and sacrifice themselves to help others. In the story, “What Happened During the Ice storm” the author uses a mysterious, bittersweet tone, “They stood over the pheasants, turning their own heads, looking at each other each expecting the other to do something” (Heynen 1). The author uses this line to show that any other person would not even stop to think; that any other person would immediately attack. However, putting these lines in the story makes the reader notice how the boys took the time to stop and think
Three years ago, what I thought was only supposed to be any other November night, turned into a blizzard that made headlines all over Northwest Kansas, specifically affecting Colby and Atwood, leaving us with over 20 inches of thick, heavy snow (Newton). It piled up against houses, and blocked roads. The snow fell fast and it fell
The man describes his fears and anxieties about the encounter he is about to have when approaching the car. He tells about how the teens who he crashed into have every right to become very angry and possibly violent towards him. He is chagrinned and then relieved when he learns that the car was just bought today but that the teenagers are not violently upset. The encounter goes better than he expected but he still beats himself up about how it was his fault and how guilty he feels. The theme to this story is that of preconceived notions and irrational fears where someone does something not so good
Once the storm hit, residents turned to Connecticut Light and Power (CL&P) organization as well as the state’s Governor in advising when power will return to them. The interference in regular daily activities such as work and school had frustrated residents. Also, there were various health concerns that needed to be addressed. During the night, the temperature would drop to freezing conditions while there would be no power for heating residences. The people were concerned for the seniors and hospital patients who were dependent on power to facilitate them. As each day went by without power, residents impatience grew as they sought the information that was either not provided or inaccurate. A lack of information on how to deal with such weather delays and how long they must plan for the power outage left residents
In the story of “Accident” by Dave Eggers, the author tries to narrate a guy who got into an accident with three teenagers whereby he was the cause of that accident and later on he feels very thankful that none of them had done him wrong later on. The author narrates that the car owner that got hit was an 18 year old, blond average in all ways young man and that he didn’t punch the guy who was the cause of the accident, or even make a remark about him being drunk or being stupid. The theme in this story is that the young man was not angry or furious at all nor did he give remarks about the guy who wrecked his car, and that the author is trying to make an ideal situation that the young 18 year old boy is not acting normally because he should
A “survivor car” is what the newspapers called it, did not stop such notice; gathering from the darkness a moment of miracle, and then disappear for the next bend. Michaelist wasn’t even sure of the facts – he told the press about the incident. The yellow car the one going toward new york, approximating beyond, hurried back to myrtle’s location, and abruptly change target to the nearest obstacle in the road, colliding in a big speed and intensity, surrounding the road with metallic parts of a wrecked car.
We arrived at our destination… so I took my headphones out, and I put my iPhone away. I stepped off of the bus to see a large brick school building with some bricks missing and multiple cracked windows illuminated by light bulbs glowing brightly in classrooms full of innocent children. I began walking to the entrance of the school, trying to avoid the large cracks in the sidewalk that were filled with ice on this bitter December day. Snow was falling and the bitter cold and my new surroundings were shaking me to the core.
Imagine someone you know and love, maybe a family member or close friend, got shot and paralyzed simply for waving at a car? That’s what happened to Debra Dickenson’s nephew Johnny (317). It’s not surprising that she feels angry, especially at the person who committed this crime. Her anger is evident by the direct and personal tone Dickenson has throughout the essay. Dickenson never mentions her nephew’s attacker specifically, instead she says she already knows
She snatches the wheel out of an attached circular freefall, and with a well meaning jerk to the right, her car is on the road once again. It bobs between the yellow and white lines for a several moments before she finally comes to her senses, putting those few short months of drivers training to use. As she manages to regain control of the car she begins to frantically search for Nick, calling out into the night. “Nick! NICK!” she screams repeatedly, her voice quickly becoming hoarse with each impactful cry. Her eyes scan the sides of the road, opposed to the center in her moment of madness thinking that it was possible for him to abandon her mid drive.
The surprisingly low number of incidents recorded during rainy, snowy and icy weather may reflect increased attention to roadway conditions and lowered expectations by the driver.”
Curious, I looked up at the building and suddenly my heart stopped. My muscles contracted and my nerves sent a violent quake through my body. I didn’t notice the dropped cigarette that was burning a hole in my pants. Finally, the pain bit me. I grabbed the cigarette, throwing it out the window while almost swerving off the road. After regaining control, I closed my eyes and reopened them to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating; I wasn‘t. Ten police cars sat in front of the school, all in a perfect line with their drivers standing close-by. I contemplated driving off but it was too late. We had already been spotted.