Blizzards bring very low temperatures, strong winds and lots of blowing snow, leading to whiteouts and snowdrifts that bury homes and cars. In Jan. 1888, the so-called “Schoolchildren’s Blizzard” kills 235 people, many of whom were children on their way home from school, across the Northwest Plains region of the United States. The storm came with no warning, and some accounts say that the temperature fell nearly 100 degrees in just 24 hours. Thursday afternoon began with the unseasonably warm weather the previous day from Montana east to the Dakotas and south to Texas. Suddenly, within a matter of hours, Arctic air from Canada rapidly pushed south. Temperatures plunged to 40 below zero in much of North Dakota. Along with the cool air, the storm brought high winds and heavy snows. The combination created blinding conditions. Most victims of the blizzard were children making their way home from school in rural areas and adults working on large farms. Both had difficulty reaching their destinations in the awful conditions. In total, an estimated 235 people across the plains died on January 12. The storm is still considered one of the worst blizzards in the history of the area. Here's some advice for how to stay safe, warm, and dry during this and future winter snowstorms. Stock up on food and water. Have an emergency medicine bag. Stay indoors. Watch for frostbite. Know the signs of hypothermia. Avoid alcohol. Clear
Nasty.Freezing.Awful.Snow is not my favorite thing to wake up to on a winter morning.A lot of people like snow because they have a lot of fun with it like building a snowman,having snowball fights,and make a snow angles.Many places get snow throughout the year.Some places get more snow than others.
As I stepped out of the exit door a frigid breeze almost made me an iceberg. I did not feel my hands, legs and it caused pain in my esophagus and ears similar to the pain which I had only experienced when I licked or swallowed ice-candies in India. But this condition was pacified by the “SNOW”. When in India I remember that my family once visited one of the states of India in the Himalayan region to experience snow. During my initial few months over here snow was a pleasure to watch and I didn’t understand the reason for everybody worrying about the snowy days. I felt it needless to worry about so soft, so white, so smooth snow until I had to drive in that not so smooth snow, clean not so soft and white snow and then get exhausted to wait for the so called SPRING.
It was a frigid day in December. I wore so many clothes that I looked like a penguin. Every breath I took makes a small cloud and scattered. The gloves I worn seemed to be mildness like paws. The buildings behind me were covered by the thick snow. The wall became more brick-red because of the spotless white snow. Some snowflakes drift down on my hair gently. The snow was heavy, but not much wind. My friends bounced from worm house and laughed to me. “We should build a snowman. The snow is heavy enough.” One of my friends advised. We all cheered and started to pile the snow together.
Throughout the text, Michael mentions the snow. Considering the book’s about a blizzard, that’d be normal, right? However, in my view, the snow symbolizes something, like dreadful times. Scattered around, the context surrounding the snow can be interpreted as how you feel during those times. For example, later in the book, when the students realize just how bad it is, they explain it as, “There was no higher ground, no place left for us to go”(Northrop 158). Here, a relation to people feeling as if there’s nowhere else to go, so they’re trapped in the horrible event occurring can be made. Results tend to be mourning over those poor times in people’s lives. Similarly, Michael connects that to how we view bad situations. Early on in the book, description of the snow is showed as it being “small flakes”, “like grains of sugar… the flakes had fattened up and
Falling over and over onto the dense sleet surface, with snow penetrating what’s left keeping you warm; your initial experience of snowboarding. Similar to other learning experiences, but perhaps not as harsh. Learning is a journey filled with challenges and sometimes failures. What determines the outcome is whether you can persevere and receive the everlasting reward of success. Learning is what you make of it, may it be learning to snowboard or applying it into the classroom setting. It will be an enriching skill you will be able to apply universally.
The atmosphere is gray and white. When we do get snow, the woods look so pure and majestic that you would think that you were dreaming. The blanket of white in the trees and on the grass brings me vivid memories. The winter of 2009 was the year a snow storm pelted our humble town. Twelve inches of snow covered every object in the path of the merciless storm. One of my best friends, Chandler, and I went snow sledding in the midst of the woods. The laughter and joy I experienced that winter will carry with me as long as I live. The cold blushed my cheeks and turned my face a bright red. I closed my eyes and pushed off from the top of the hill. The sled accelerated down the winter wonderland. The sled eventually came to a halt. My family and friends were laughing as I crashed into a bush down below the next time I went. After picking myself up, I was laughing hysterically. We each took turns on the natural roller
The fountain is frozen and icicles hang from the rooftop. The grass is bright white, covered in ice crystals. The sidewalks are frozen and the cars look like monstrous marshmallows. The entire family gathers for breakfast in the Mess Hall, which is an enormous room with a table shaped like a horseshoe and over two dozen chairs. Mounted deer hang on the wall, too numerous to count. A chandelier made of antlers hangs down in the center of the room. People gather around the burning fireplace for warmth. I hear pots and pans clanking together; I can smell the bacon and biscuits cooking to perfection. The smell of the brewing coffee engulfs the room. After breakfast, the kids go to our cabins and find the warmest clothes we can. We walk out the Mess Hall and everything we see is frozen. These polar temperatures are just like the ones when our family went skiing. We drove eighteen hours up to Wintergreen, Virginia for a ski trip with our cousins from North Carolina. Since it was our first time skiing, it took some practice and falling on our faces before we got the hang of it. Every night after the slopes closed, my cousins, my two sisters, and I brought sleds onto the slope and slid down part of the mountain. I can feel the arctic temperatures blowing on my face. My ears and nose turn shades of red and blue. My vision is blinded by snowflakes falling in my face. I cannot see where I am going until I hit a fence face first. I suddenly feel
Besides the gray-black layer of soot over it that makes it look dirty. Sometimes it gets so cold that people get frost bite on their hands by simply not having gloves on. Even though the cold may get the best of people, the snow by far is awesome. It snows so much that you can build an entire snowman family. The children who lived here loved to play in the snow. The sensation I felt when my hand touched the snow for the very first time was epic. I felt a chill go through my body and veins like I just got shocked with five hundred volts of electricity. It feels so soft and fluffy like a cloud, but it is colder than Antarctica. The snow makes Detroit look so beautiful, it almost looks like heaven without the burnt buildings, homeless people and liquor
Chances are you are one of the millions of people who aren't that crazy about winter. Besides being bitterly cold, you have to deal with ice, slick roads and even power outages. But, even if you hate winter, there is one thing that is pretty fabulous about it; snow!
As the frost crept up my window, each snowflake was perfectly plastered in front of me. They seemed as if they were putting on a show just for me, and I couldn’t help but imagine that there were tiny people living in each one. The soft hum of my mother’s CD’s played in the background as my little brother was fast asleep to my right. I brushed my fingers through my dolls knotted hair, feeling the itchy yarn envelope each finger. Looking out the window again all I saw were cars speeding past us, all rushing to get to their own winter plans.
Snow here could represent dullness or loneliness. Frost feels that everything or everyone around him are filled with loneliness, no excitement and everything seems to be the same. Line four in the poem says that “But a few weeds and stubble showing last.” Here it tells us that although dullness, emptiness, or loneliness covered almost everything around him, he could still see some life or excitement somewhere in between. Yet this small bits of life and excitement were nothing compared to the overwhelming emptiness. In the next couple of lines, Frost seems to have forgotten all about the weeds and stubble he saw and put his attention back to the empty, snow covered surroundings. He then looks at the woods near the field and that too have been covered in snow. He also mentioned that all the animals are covered in snow in their lairs. These two lines again emphasize how Frost feels. He knows that there are live around him, yet those life are also filled with emptiness. Soon he even realized that not only the surroundings that were filled with loneliness, but Frost himself are also in it as line eight says, “The loneliness includes me unawares.”
It was a cold day, so cold that your arms start to sting as if a needle is impaling the surface of your skin. The wind applies a force which feels as if your face is oozing with thick crimson red blood. The gray puffy clouds covered the sky and dropped small snowflakes onto the road’s surface. A man stood there, freezing, clearing the coat of thick white snow from the concrete road. His nose runs with a river of snot that floods out when the cold wind strikes. His sense of smell is heavily clogged by the slimy snot, but he can still smell the scent of the steamy hot chocolate which sits on the top of his snow covered car. His feet start to numb because of the cold flood which soaks through his boots to his white, silky socks. His feet feel as if he stepped into the freezing cold ocean. As if he fell through ice and he was stuck standing there. The vast pile of the ice white snow feels almost like a quicksand around his black rubber boot. Foggy figures of people shovel the big piles of snow off the sidewalks. They scrape and pick at the glossy white ice which sticks to the sidewalk like a little boy clinging to his mother's side. His feet still sting as if he was stepping on pins and needles. His hands are damp with sweat from grasping the curved metal shaft attached to a socket which holds the blade. The blade cuts holes into the thick powdered snow which is removed from the endless pile. The jet black shovel is filled with slushy snow and crystal shards of ice. The end of
The title is very simple and can cause any reader to think the same thing. Snow according the Merriam Webster Dictionary, the word snow has one main definition. Snow is “the precipitation in the form of small white crystals formed directly from the water vapor of the air at a temperature less than 32 degrees.” In other words, it is the frozen crystals that fall from the sky during the winter season. Just by the title we should be able to tell what the poem will be about, but MacNeice puts a turn on the wording of the poem to catch the reader off guard. This raises the question if MacNeice wanted the poem to be about a snowfall, or does he have a deeper meaning underneath the title? As the poem continues there will be more references at what the poem is about.