I felt a chill run through my body as I stood outside my car and watched the hazy water continuously rush over the sea wall and into the street. I began to step back as the water crept closer to the car’s tires. The water carried debris from boats and homes; I saw a broken bike tire drift and eventually grasp onto a metal pole which had once been a fishing rod. The three big sail boat docks had broken free and now drifted out of the Pine Orchard Harbor and onto the Ruwe’s front lawn and behind the tennis courts; I was afraid that the abandoned paddle boards would do the same. The road was filled with about six feet of water; Ms. Molly was kayaking in the blockaded road. Mr. and Ms. Quinn had stumbled outside his stout home to see how much damage Hurricane Irene had really accomplished overnight. This was the first glimpse I had had at her destruction after spending two days in my powerless home. I heard my parents speaking to Mr. Quinn in hushed voices saying that we were in the eye of the storm. As the wind began to pick up, my mother ordered my family to return to the GMC. My stomach churned as the nausea rose inside of me. I climbed back into my car.
When one reads a book or article, conflict, setting, and point of view are critical to understand what they're reading. “I Survived, Hurricane Katrina, 2005”, by Lauren Tarshis is a fiction book based on the event of Hurricane Katrina. The novel is about a young boy who lost his family, and is trying to survive. The nonfiction resource “Hurricane Katrina Coverage for Central Alabama” by the National Weather Service is also about Hurricane Katrina but, the author took a different way of writing it. The website basically summarizes Hurricane Katrina and the damage effects of it. Hurricane Katrina was a serious event, and both of these resources helped inform everybody about it but, took very different approaches while doing it, both, the nonfiction
Hurricane Katrina made landfall on the Gulf Coast, destroying lives, leveling homes and leaving thousands of survivors with the same story: We lost everything. Experiencing the loss and devastation of a natural disaster taught me the appreciation of life and how to start over and move forward without dwelling on the past.
Today was the day. I was moving from small town Avilla, Indiana to the huge city of Los Angeles, California. This was a big change for me. Not being able to see family or friends that often? That was hard, don’t get me wrong but having to fly? THAT WAS TERRIBLE! I hated heights. Still do as a matter of fact. I’ve been confused on what I wanted to do lately…drive or fly? Which was faster? Safer? Who knew? Multiple things would’ve gone wrong with both decisions.
It was about 4:00, on game day against Courtland, when I told the team we should probably start our pregame warmups. This consisted of everything that a normal high school baseball team does before a game. We started off by taking a jog to the flagpole on the centerfield fence, which is also where we stretched . We followed that up with getting a light toss in just good enough to get our arms ready for a game. Courtland was then announced and right after that was my team, the Eastern View Cyclones. The national anthem was then played and directly after it ended the umpire called out, “Play
I am located in Tallahassee a terrible hurricane recently passed thru when it did it knocked power out all over the city I was without power for over a week as well as cable so I was unable to complete assignmentsy phone was dead and on top of that a tree fell on my car so I was unable to charge my phone to get in contact with anybody.
On the other hand, I didn't have a problem making friends. In matter of fact, my mother used to get concerned when I bring more than five friends over to the house. My buddies and I used to have a good time every single day until Hurricane Katrina came. Hurricane Katrina has change my life in a flash, I lost all my friends because I didn't have any way to communicate with them. Social media didn't exist and I was too young for a cellphone. I forgot about my friends and my friends forgot about me but I still miss those people today. I realize the true definition of a hurricane, clothes destroyed, family photos soaked, and furniture destroyed and stolen. We had to shop at goodwill and thrift store just to replenish our closets of clothes. My
I was around seven or eight when Hurricane Katrina hit. I do not remember much about the event besides what the news said and what my family relayed to me. I had been living in Georgia for about a year or two when Hurricane Katrina had hit. Being so young I was not as knowledgable about the disaster until I was older. It was hard for me to be sympathetic because I was ignorant to what was truly going on. I remember my mom watching the news and telling my older brother and I to be more grateful for things but I never truly understood why. I remember lots of people moving to Georgia especially to my neighborhood. There was one family that I remember vividly. They lived in the same building as me, they had three boys, a girl, and a dog. They were
It was mid-winter of 1848, I was doing my daily chores when my neighbor brought news that two days earlier, on January 24, James W. Marshall made a discovery of gold on his piece of land in California. At first, I didn’t think that this would affect me in any way, but then I realized I could start a new life in California filled with gold and fortune, away from my small farm in Missouri. I decided to pack up my things and start on my long journey to California, I packed enough food, water, and supplies to last me a few months. The next morning I was surprised to see that not many others from my town were seeking gold, I knew it was unsafe for me to travel alone, but I was sure I’d meet others along the way.
At 6pm on April 30th, 2014, a life-threatening disaster struck the Florida panhandle. At that time, Florida residents were not aware of the rain and flooding that was about engulf Pensacola and the surrounding areas. But as time began to pass, it became obvious this was not an ordinary storm. As the rain poured and the lightning struck, many people lost power and television connection, unable to see that what was thought to be a small storm would set national records and be the cause for severe-weather threats. This event taught me how to prevent a disastrous situation in dire conditions as well as the importance of being prepared.
Here we go again! Its hurricane season in Florida and the local news is reporting a voluntary evacuation for Volusia County. My cell phone rings, I’ve been called in. I run through the house stuffing extra pairs of work clothes into my backpack. I kiss my wife and kids goodbye and over my shoulder I yell, “I’m not sure what day I will get to come home.” My wife sighs for she knows all too well that she’s in charge of the home front. While at times my career can be tough on my family, it’s what I know, what I love and what I choose to do. When the citizens of Volusia County race to evacuate the area, I move in to protect it.
Growing up in Southern California, I was surrounded by coastal culture, which has influenced me in many ways. No matter whether I lived in San Diego or Ventura county, I was never more than ten minutes away from the beach. Every weekend, it seemed, my dad would take us to the beach as family so we could play in the water, build sandcastles, catch hermit crabs, see the tide pools, and most of all, spend time together. I was enchanted by all the beach had to offer. Every sandcastle built was a palace for a hermit crab and every tide pool a thriving community. Whenever I stepped into the water, my imagination would run wild. Despite how often we went, I always enjoyed our days at the beach.
Hot summer day in southern California I was born at 1:17p.m. on August 13, 1996 in San Diego. My father was a marine and my mom was a stay at home mom like most of the wife’s of marines. I have three older sisters and one older brother and two younger brothers my older siblings are my half-sisters and brother. My two younger brothers both have a disability Carlos (Ricky) was born in Patterson, New Jersey he was immediately rushed into surgery because he has a heart condition when they had to cut him open and preform open heart surgery. My other little brother Gabriel Jr (Gabe) was diagnosed with autism when he was two or three he still has yet to talk to this day. My little brothers are a big part of my life I love them so much. If I lost one
It was the time my sister and I first got forced on the boat and away from our family in Africa. Three white men put chains around our legs and arms mostly dragging us across the dry sand, leaving cuts on our bare feet and ankles. The ship ride was a long 5 months from Cape Town, Africa to New Orleans, Louisiana.
I woke up early morning and turned on the TV. I could not see anything