Plane Crash Book Report

Dear daybook… It’s Monday, I think who cares. But I have woken up in some hot place sweating like crazy. I think I am alone, but I don’t know. Last I remember is being on a plane with a bunch of other boys. So far all I’ve seen is a beach, palm trees, weird plants, and the sun glaring in my eyes. I start walking around for a while, and then I heard this weird loud noise over and over again. I began to follow it with excitement thinking I wasn’t alone. As I became closer it grew louder, I started to see other boys as well. Questioning if they were on the plane or not. As we all ended up at the same spot and there were to boys standing there saying how their names were Piggy and Ralph and they made a few rules. They also stated they we need

It was a sunny Monday morning before school, except we didn't smell the usual bacon or sausage. So we went down stairs and checked the clock. It was 12:30 P.M. Mom kept us home from school. We asked why, and she said “We are going somewhere that will change your lives.” My brother and I ran upstairs to get our stuff. Most people have suitcases that have their initials,but my brother and I are both A.C., so we have our names. Mine, Atticus Ceallach and his, Albion Ceallach. We both grabbed our suitcases, and packed whatever we could fit (which isn't a lot). As we were packing I saw a picture of me and my friend Brooklyn at summer camp. That was the next summer of my life. I thought about how much I would miss her, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I slipped the small

a wooden stick stubbles upon my feet, I look up and I see a group of guys in the other side of the small road, they were whispering to each other I ignored them, we were in place they taking the eggs out, Justin looks excited and since it was Jake’s idea everybody is letting him take the lead. Everything seen quite, we are standing right in front of the school, It was not the time to questioned but why will they paint a school pink!. Well I am just glad that nobody is around and beside few car engines all I hear is a group of rushing footsteps, wait! a group of rushing

The plane crash in Guam was an entirely avoidable feat, and with a different cultural background might not have happened at all. At the time of the plane crash, the guide light was broken, the weather nasty, lots of rain and wind, and the pilot was exhausted. The pilot decided to use a type of landing requiring visual sight of the runway and VOR technology. The crew had misgivings about this. The plane was 16 miles away from the airport, where the VOR had led them to, not realizing that they were not at the airport the pilot tried to land the plane after both the first officer and engineer hinted at concern. In the pivotal moment where the first officer or the engineer could have stepped in, they chose not override the authority and allowed the pilot to stay his course.This decision ended the night with the plane crashing into the side of Nimitz Hill, killing 228 people. Power distance, or the acceptance of authority plays a large role in this unfortunate event, there were several opportunities where the first officer or the engineer could have strongly expressed his concern instead of slight hints. At the very end, if the first officer had seized the wheel as it was taught in training, there would have been enough time to save the plane, instead, the first officer allowed the pilot to continue. The cultural power distance in Korea, is higher,

Krak I heard a ball pound of a bat. I also heard cross charing and parents yelling it was loud. Then I saw my couch he said, “you must be Dylan.” I said,”yes” Then a kid said, “do you want to play catch” I said “shear” Then we walked on the field and played catch then more and more people showed up. Then we scrimmaged. It was the last inning the sun was getting low I was up i had butterflies in my stomach. I had a runner on second it was tied 2 to 2 a dubel I was so happy the runner on second scored we won. After that we went to mcdonalds and had i cream finally we went back home I have always not liked baseball but this your I think I will like it.

After an average day at school, as an average seventh grade kid, as an average only child, with an average name of Benny. Every day was normal, I wished something would happen, anything, so my life could become interesting. It was the end of the day, and the earbuds of my Mp3 player were still in, as the whoosh of the bus door opening, beckoned for me to step out, go home, check my Facebook account, and call it a day. So, I did.

I could see the sun coming up over the horizon. I stopped in a nearby village to ask for a place to sleep, and because of my S.S uniform it was easy work. The next morning I heard a subtle knock on the door. Scared it might be men looking for me, I quickly ran into a different room hoping not to be found. At the door the shoemaker was talking to a small child. I was listening through the wall wondering who this boy was. I peeked around the corner. His face was dirty, and scratched up. His clothing torn and his shoes had holes in them. The shoe maker invited him in to fit some shoes onto him. As soon as the boy walked in he looked at me and started to cry. I went up to him, in order to study his face more closely. We just looked at each other, we both knew what had happened. This child was my only

It was a small town called Springton 1983 ,and it was early one foggy day as I began to finally get out of bed. I Could hear my mother from downstairs yelling my name,”David!!!” my mom yelled loudly as I practically jumped from my room to the kitchen. As I almost fell down because I ran so fast I stood up and looked at my mom with her shining red hair that glowed from the sunlight. I ate breakfast and headed out the door and went for the park. I was the new kid in town and I would be starting my ninth grade year in a month. After I arrived at the park I threw my bike in the dirt and raced towards the swing set.I secretly hoped I would make a friend as I sat in the lonely park.

The day began just like any other day, giggling and biking to Wakanda Elementary School with my friends. It was Valentine’s Day and we were going to walk with our 5th grade class to the nursing home up the hill, Autumn Village. We were going to play bingo with the residents. Of course the 5th grade class was excited because that meant that we didn’t have to do school work, we were going to play games all day

While we were travelling by an airplane from England, we crashed into an island. The plane crash left a huge scare, like a human scar, big and long straight line between the trees. There was no signs of life whatsoever on this island, except me and the fat boy. I asked him for his name and he replied they used to call him Piggy. He also said he can’t run because of his asthma. He had glasses because without them he cannot see anything. Piggy found a shell, it was pinkish conch. We decided to use to make a very loud sound so the if any of the boys were alive, they could hear us and knew where we were in the island. The idea worked, and the boys came running to us. A tall boy

Is that what this is? Is that why I write? The last time I saw Charlie was in downtown Washington. He was living at the time with his divorced father, who was a diplomat at the State Department. We met up somewhere for coffee (I think) though everything is a complete, pre-digital haze. Nothing remains of that last encounter but the ghosted image of Charlie, alone on the street in Dupont Circle as I pulled away, an archetype of every person I’ve ever abandoned in my life, vibrating ectoplasmically in my mind. Here, please, have another piece of cake! And it suddenly strikes me as a breathtaking miracle that people actually found each other back then, back before smartphones and Google Maps. Apart from providential conspiracies, I’m not sure how those things ever worked out in real life. It was much easier to lose people altogether; and yet we found each other. I used my one phone call to summon him to the Greensboro City Jail on the morning after my twenty-first birthday. He found me then,

The next week the government sent officials to our little town to form a militia with the men of the town. Secretly we weren’t allowed to join because of our age, but if it meant having more soldiers then they’d let just about anybody fight. The real problem was sneaking out without our moms catching us. If they found out we were going to fight they’d lock us up in our room s up forever.

This paper examines the plane crash of a Cessna Citation 550 which impacted into lake Michigan shortly after takeoff. We will examine the flight crew involved, flight information, crash details, and the accident investigations about the crash. On further analyzing crashes like this one, we should have a better understanding on how CRM (crew resource management) and good flight practices can make flights safer.

I pop off the bed like a piece of popcorn and ran to the closet I slammed the door open I went through all my clothes but I saw nothing, I looked on all the shelves, all the clothes hangers. Nothing. As I walked away disappointed, in the corner of my eye I saw something on the floor I picked it up and looked at it and in front of me, I was holding and brand new leather jacket with silver studs and enough belts to hold down a small town. I laughed in excitement and ran downstairs to give my mom a hug. “Thank you so much”, I whispered in her ear. I ran back upstairs to find my brother in my room holding MY new jacket “What are you doing?”, I said.

It was a nice day up in Vermont the mountain was cold the snow was white like the clouds and just as fluffy as a Persian cats white delicate fur. Then that's when it happened we got up to the mountain my father my brother and myself when we got to the mountain we were amazed. When we got to the top of the mountain we saw an amazement of colors and that's when it happened me and my father had a fight a little while earlier. When we got to the area we put on our ski and snowboarding gear and then it started we went up the the ski lift and I was still angry at my dad.