The Pros And Cons Of Personal Writings

When was the last time you or your family were affected by the path of a hurricane? How was your experience? Some hurricanes can leave devastation, but it can be more dangerous if you don’t prepare and expose your family to the hazards during the landfall and aftermath. To be fully prepared in the event of a and have ways of staying informed and keep family entertained to avoid anxiety hurricane you must have an emergency evacuation plan. Gather essential supplies, protect one’s home, and have ways of staying informed and keep the family entertained to avoid anxiety or panic attacks.

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.

The sky was getting darker by the hour, and the people seemed to be going mad on the streets, trying to find food and water to sustain them for what would be the biggest hurricane of the century. The streets were filled with cars, it seemed as it were rush hour, every hour, and road rage was inevitable. The gas stations running out of gas and the ones that had, the lines would go all the way down the already busy streets. Our neighborhood was being forced to evacuate due to a storm surge of around 10 feet of water. Our

No one knows what I went through; you were not in shoes during hurricane Maria. I was at my father's at house. I was sleeping in my room with my dog. First, I heard the wind going “Woosh! Woosh!.” When I woke up Maria was already here! Unexpectedly, my house got flooded. During the flooding, I had to grabbed the mop while my father went to grabbing towels to try and dry the water. I was worried about mother and sibling since I could not contact them. Eventually, I felt as if my house was a prison since there was not anything to do.

Approaching and following major catastrophic events, it is crucial to have communication plans set in place for the community. Communication during disasters helps to spread information regarding evacuation, weather, and recovery (Guion et al, 25). It is important for rescue teams to be able to locate those in the community who cannot be found during a catastrophic event, however, with communication networks not working, this could be hard. During Hurricane Katrina, communication networks had stopped working due to high winds and power outages. This made it hard for individuals who were lost to be located, and hard for the government to coordinate the response needed (Comfort and Haase, 2). As stated by a National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration study, “over 1.7 million” individuals living on the Gulf had lost power during Hurricane Katrina (Waple, 6). Different systems of communication let the community know of ways to become prepared when it comes to taking shelter and evacuation. Due to the poor preparation for Hurricane Katrina, the government learned lessons on communication strategies that would better inform the community on weather and evacuation plans for Hurricane Sandy.

Have you ever been in a hurricane? I have. Its name was Irma. Were you prepared for it? I was. Something that you need to do or will happen is Evacuation, Nation, and Consequences.

By determining who is at risk of developing PTSD following a major hurricane, more resources can be allocated to help prevent and treat this disorder.

My mom parked the truck near the back of the library, while my dad managed to park in front. The library had two floors, one for books and one for events and shelter. Once we were inside I notice there was about 30 people, and at that moment there was no panic so they were spread out. As the noise picked up outside we were asked to have all women and children head to the back of a small hallway near the back corner. I recall looking for my dad and he was by the window with the other guys just looking in awe. Suddenly there was a yelp and an older man order us to duck down hand over our heads. The lights flickered on and off as the wind roars like a lion, the building itself creeks and the floor almost feels like it shivers. The tension is high the mothers try comforting the few kids who panic. Personally I couldn’t panic, but not because I wasn’t afraid it was simply blank. As the sounds subsided we all let out a breath of air thinking the worst had passed. We all relaxed and some of us stared walking toward the door when a swift yell told us to get back into position the tornado was coming back. This time the tornado was worst the roaring, the shaking, the lighting flashing out with a loud boom. Without warning pounding was heard on the other side of the hallway door as we took notice that there was people on the all glass floor. We tried to open the door but it was jammed. A horrifying shattering was

Hurricane Maria was a devastating experience to everyone in Puerto Rico. I am here to tell you what I went through at my house with my whole family.On September 21,2017 my day started off by my sister waking me up she said “ the house is flooding” I woke up and took my two 2 nieces Sofia and Emma , my nephew Marcos ,and my 2 dogs Milan and Magno to my parents room it was one of the safest rooms in the house.

The next few days after the news broke back to school shopping was replaced with buying batteries, flashlights, and other supplies necessary for a storm. My family and I were expecting to lose power, but thankfully not any water damage due to the steep sea wall that protects my neighborhood from the Long Island Sound. Hurricane Irene was to reach the Northeast early in the morning on August 28th, two days before school started. The night the storm hit my mom, dad, sister, and I slept in the basement of our house just in case a tree were to fall and hit our house. I remember that night not being too scared but more curious to see if the storm would be as bad as everyone hyped it up to be. Even

I was next up. I was freaking out, trying to calm down and stay warm. I was taking deep breaths. One of my coaches gave me a pep talk and some encouragement. I moved up to the starting gate, putting my poles in the holders and getting ready. I could see the other racer in front of me quickly getting down the hill like a bullet. In my mind, I was saying, “Don't think about anything else, just clear your mind. You got this. Go hard. Go strong.” I was standing at the top of the hill looking down at the icy slope, getting ready to blast off.

Hello, I'm Jennifer Croney, and I am a student in your Writing for Communication course this semester.

What is wrong with my head?? I feel like I’m losing my mind. I had finally gotten over the mirror incident and called myself down so I had simply decided to go into the living room, lie down, and try to keep my mind off of it. Well I had fallen asleep, this isn’t what I wanted. It didn’t take me long to have my internal clock wake me up, but honestly I wish I could’ve remained unconscious. My eyes slowly opened, it felt like someone pulling open large heavy iron gates, why was it so difficult? Looking around the living room, and the couch I was lying down on, I felt uncomfortable, so I tried to move at least a little, to make myself more comfortable.

It’s easier to be heard when you don’t actually speak. I have never considered myself a writer. I don’t ever recall a time when I wanted to be a writer, but ever since I could hold a pencil, I’ve been writing things down. They started out as scribbles on construction paper when I wasn’t too busy taste testing my crayons. Then they evolved into repeated letters, backwards, forwards, what have you, dancing up and down across lines three times the necessary width. Once I learned the proper forms I could write these letters in different orders. I could jumble them across the page putting a ‘D’ next to an ‘O’ or a ‘C’ next to an ‘A.’ My notebooks started to look like word search novels. It was then I was taught to make words with meanings that could be used to make sentences with complete thoughts. Suddenly, the random flicks of my wrist started to form words and I had the power to communicate in a whole new way.

Hurricane Matthew was a devastating storm that hit from Haiti, through the Bahamas, and up the US coastline. This provoking and powerful natural disaster left these places in total destruction and loss of life. The cities had many destroyed buildings, roads and homes destroyed. The suspense of waiting for the storm to hit was intense and scary.Many news crews were at the scenes before, during, and after the hurricane to inform the people and give them somewhat of an idea of what was going on. The governors and mayors were trying to propel people away from the island and warn them of what destruction could happen. All of these people who evacuated didn’t know what they were heading home to when they were allowed back home. Many people thought