Research Paper On Sinkholes

About thirty miles off the highway and down a dirt road, you'll see the silhouette of a woman inside her house. She is exhausted, staring as the dust from the dirt floor mixes with the sunlight flowing through the holes the walls. She looks around and knows her life is in shambles. Her house is nothing more than rotting boards and rusted metal roofing. She has no electricity or indoor plumbing. Her only furniture is a moth-eaten couch and two old mattresses sprawled across the floor. Every day she must go to the river four miles from her house. Here she gets her drinking water and does the laundry. The neighbor children will follow her and play games. They are wearing

The United States Geological Survey (USGS, n.d.) defines a sinkhole as "an area of ground that has no natural external surface drainage--when it rains, all of the water stays inside the sinkhole and typically drains into the subsurface." Sinkholes vary in size considerably: from a few feet in diameter and one foot of depth, to "hundreds of acres" wide and "more than 100 feet deep," (USGS, n.d.). Some sinkholes form naturally over time, but human intervention such as construction and development projects have been causing the rapid development of sinkholes in the state of Florida. These large-scale projects can have disastrous effects on the economy and environment, as well as public safety. Sinkholes are especially problematic when they occur suddenly, without warning, in urban areas (USGS, n.d.).

“Wait! That's where we live!” Charlie exclaimed. Every day we would come to school and say hi to them but they still wanted nothing to do with us, we tried and tried to be friends with them. We asked them where they moved here from and they said someplace where no one knows. We all just tried to stay away from them, after that. You have to remember those who you think you can trust you sometimes can't. “ Said Timmy then he ran off. “Wait where are you going.” Charlie and I hollered. We were once left alone again. On the way home Charlie and I were both wondering what else has happened that no one is telling us, and why wouldn't anyone tell us? There was something strange going on in this town.

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

It was an average day for the Jones family of Rockroad Drive. Laura and Billy Mr. and Mrs. Jones’s two youngest children were playing Soccer outside while their older sister Anna was in her room practicing her gymnastics and writing a new song for her band, The Galactic Wonders, to play at the upcoming school dance. Mr. Jones was downstairs watching the Dallas Cowboys on their flat screen television while Mrs. Jones was outside watching Laura and Billy play Soccer helping keep score when all of a sudden they heard a humongous squeal from Anna’s room. Mr. Jones ran up the steps as fast as he could to only find out that she had fallen off her bed while practicing her back tuck for gymnastics class and had probably broken her arm in

The sweat was dripping down John’s face as he pushed the weights off his chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that everyone checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as Coach Ben yelled “Hurry up and get out”. John’s heart started beating faster and faster. No one knew what was going on. As students were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. John could feel the burn on his elbow but he didn’t know what it was. When everyone got to the gym John’s elbow was covered in blood. Everyone was told to get down and stay quiet. Later on coach told everyone a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide.

It was a fine, summer, Saturday when everything changed for a young teenager named Miller Frederick. School had already started for Miller and he was at a new school. That summer, his family had moved from Pensacola, Florida to Dewitt, Michigan so Miller didn’t have many friends. He lived in a very rural area so he didn’t have many neighbors he could hang out with. Miller had just gotten back from his first day at his new school and he became friends with another new kid from Germany. His name was Reginald Kleinhans. Surprisingly enough, they had a lot in common. They both loved basketball, horror movies, and writing.

"More news about the earthquake the devastated California this afternoon." The news buzzed softly in the background, piquing (f/n)'s interest. "So far three-thousand-four-hundred casualties are confirmed couple that with the countless missing and injured you have one of the most devastating quakes to hit California since 1906." The news Anker affirmed. "It appears that the Hayward Fault may have been the culprit of this catastrophe. We'll continue to bring you updates as they come." With that, it switched over to a talk show that you guessed it spoke about the earthquake. (F/n)'s eyes began to droop after all she worked third shift and hadn't gotten any sleep since the debacle with her

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.

It was just a normal day in Detroit, Michigan for a fifteen year of boy named Rick. Rick was on summer break after just finishing his 9th grade year. As Rick came home from the park he saw his parents outside doing garden work. Rick had a lot on his mind because both of his parents had recently lost their jobs, and he was worried about what would happen to them. He knew that his parents were running low on money, and they needed to find a job quickly or they would lose their house. He sat on the couch, turned on the TV, and began watching the news. He saw news clips about a terrible hurricane that had demolished Haiti. Houses were flattened and families were living on the streets with no food or water. He began to realize that there were people worse off than him in the world. He began to fall asleep as the news story played in the background. Soon he was asleep, and began to dream about a poor family from Haiti who was homeless because of the storm. They were speaking to him, and asking him to help them. He woke up in a sweaty panic, and knew he had to do the right thing.

It was an ordinary day in new york, People going to work, birds chirping to indicate that fall had just sprung. A normal tuesday, the sun rising, another ordinary school day at central queens junior high, but not for Robert. Robert had snuck out of school, and he had found out that a couple of his friends were sick. He invited them over and one of his best friends, Alex came over. Robert and Alex played down at the park where they had met up with one of Alex’s friends, Jacob. They hung out until it was time to go back over to Robert 's house, when his new acquaintance Jacob said,

One day, Jack and Mary went to school. Their middle school is called El mirage. After school they got on the bus and went home. A few hours later they finished their homework and chores. They were sitting in their bedroom so hungry they could eat a horse. They were thinking how can we can eat. Their mom was drinking beers after beers. She bought more beer with jack and Mary’s piggy bank money. Jack asked Linda, their mom, if she was going

This chilling day began as all days did… with nothing out of the ordinary, until the incident. All school days at Greenwich, Connecticut High School, had started with me not being able to get out of bed, but finding a way to pull myself together to look presentable, but something was different today than how it was normally. The wind that blew the colorful leaves and scattered naked branches, blew peculiar. The ground felt harder and raw as I walked to school unsure of what had changed from the time I had set foot outside the night before.

The roads and air became thick and disgusting, making them sweaty and constantly having to get out of their car to go and stretch and cool off. They stopped several times on the road, but their last stop was at a neighborhood, where all houses were burned down and abandoned, except one which still remained up and well. As foolish as they were, the college kids became anxious to enter hospitality and receive directions and possibly a cool drink. As they were walking towards the house, they noticed a basement window creak open and close quickly, with a shadowy figure moving away. All unexpectedly, the door swung open and there stood a man and woman who seemed friendly and inviting, a bit too

The cool morning but apparent good October weather made it feel as if it’d be a good day. The large black man stood smiling and welcomed us with open arms as we walked into the building much before school that day was set to start, and as he motioned us into a conference room he said, “Welcome to St. Xavier High School, please be seated and we’ll start soon once just about everyone gets here.” And after sitting down anywhere we liked, because the Rumpke’s seemed to arrive early at places, waited for the other kids to roll in. Once they had all arrived, Pete and I sat talking