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Clash with the Hurricane- Personal Narrative
The sky darkened from the blue light sky, it turned suddenly to a dark
black gloomy sky hovering with a mist cloud. I walked back into the
car, seemingly it was going to pour down. Heavily, the wind blew. I
turned to shut the windows, but, as I looked closer out of the window,
huge clouds started fusing together which then created a huge immense
hurricane. I could not believe my eyes, a hurricane was coming our
way. I could not believe it, even though this was so dangerous and
could have many damaging effects to the environment and to the people,
but from a distance it was such a magnificent phenomenon. Heavily rain
poured, hitting the ground like bullets from a gun. Luckily for me, I
was in my car.
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I tried to start the car but it wouldn’t work. I turned my head again
towards the window, the death trap was seemingly getting even more
closer. After many efforts of trying to start the car, the car would
still now
move.
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‘What a time for the car not to work I thought to myself’. I got out
of the car and looked ahead. The treacherous whirlwind was closer than
ever, people now started to notice and started fearing. At this point
I was thinking only one thing, ‘Those damn weather reporters never
told us that a hurricane was coming our way!’
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‘The trees wavered like a stand full of supporters at a football
match’ here he uses a metaphor/similes . Here he compares the trees to
supporters at a football match. He does this probably
sarcastically.
“Heavily, rained poured, hitting the
ground like bullets from a gun”. Here again he uses metaphor/similes.
He describes the rain falling to bullets from a gun he does this so he
can show how fast a painful the rain is falling on to the people and
to the environment. He also again uses the word ‘heavily’ first. He
does this so he can get his message through quickly and also so he
can show the importance of the
weather.
In 1992, hurricane Andrew was a category four hurricane and said to be one of the worst natural disasters to happen in the United States at the time. It’s winds surpassed 160 miles per hour and caused damage to over 125,000 homes within 400 square miles. Hurricane Andrew left approximately 175,000 families and children temporarily homeless.
She heard a car coming up thru the driveway, a car she did not recall at the moment. “It w...
In a short article, written this past August, Jelani Cobb of the New Yorker, pulls together a pattern seen through decades of New Orleans racism. Through cultural references still relevant today the author built an opinion heavy piece compelling to readers. Cobb, a black book author and professor at the University of Connecticut, often writes provocative race related pieces. This piece while well researched is not without considerable evidential flaws. The points made are bold, however the evidence used to hold them together falls short of allowing any real conclusions.
Road I descended a hill and came upon a narrow bridge. The car went off
Lessons can be learned from the littlest of experiences. Important life lessons can be taken from not only success, but also our greatest failures. Adversity can greatly alter our perspective and provide an individual with wisdom. The first time I was faced with adversity was when I broke my tibia and fibula. I was involved in sports and this was definitely a setback, to say the least. Moments after the accident, I realized that the months of recovery I would have to toil. I realized these future and upcoming months would require patience and I would undergo great amounts of drudgery.
"The sound of rain smacking down on my concrete patio about ten feet away from the typewriter, rain beating down on the surface of the big aqua-lighted pool out there across the lawn.... rain blowing into the porch and whipping the palm fronds around in the warm night air" (Thompson, 108)
Planet Earth is under attack by the very entities charged with its protection. Human beings are systematically destroying the planet and are deaf to its, so far, relatively subtle warnings. When temperatures rise by just a fraction of a degree, or yearly precipitation amounts increase by just an inch or two, these changes can be imperceptible. However, when these small changes accumulate after a period of years they can result in natural disasters that are uncommon to certain geographic areas. Ocean temperatures have steadily been on the rise for years. These changing temperatures have the potential to irrevocably change weather patterns for the entire world. In August of 2011, Hurricane Irene gave much of the east coast of the United States a taste of what changes in global weather patterns can do. The hurricane showed many communities how vastly underprepared, and unequipped they are to deal with such a storm, and it served as a wake up call to the human race, to take better care of the planet. A case study of these realizations can be viewed through the prism of severe weather related events at the Humane Society of Ocean City.
In August 2005, at the tender age of 7, I received the most devastating news. I was told by my family that a hurricane was coming to my city, New Orleans, Louisiana. Because of this storm, Hurricane Katrina, I was told that I would most likely have to move away for a long time, meaning the rest of my life. My family and I lost everything, and the hurricane ended up destroying the entire city completely. This was heartbreaking to me for a plethora of reasons, including that I lost loved ones and was separated from the rest of my family at such an early age. This ravaging storm marked the most drastic change of my life.
I’m Ida Belle Joshua and I survived Hurricane Betsy. I moved to the Ninth Ward in New Orleans, Louisiana in 1949 and bought my lot for $200 and paid for all my materials so we would not be in debt. Even though the Ninth Ward was mostly African American we were doing good before Betsy and we all worked hard and kept the neighborhood up. I was working as a hairdresser and my husband worked on the river. I was also the president of the Lower Ninth Ward Neighborhood Council and Beautification Committee.
there was not a car in sight. Due to the fact that the road was "all mine", I
I stepped out of the vehicle and I fell to the ground and I felt
When I pushed on the gas, the wheels started to make a screeching sound, and the car went forward really fast. We have a truck parked in the drive way also, so when the car started going towards it I turned the wheel and almost went into the neighbor’s fence. I pushed on the break in time and was able to turn the wheel to avoid hitting both the truck and the fence.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Goes the alarm clock in the other room. Oh man, surely it can't be time to get up yet, you think to yourself. As you scramble out of the bed and into the shower, the thought crosses your mind, I hope my car starts. You take the quickest shower possible and eat breakfast so fast you almost choke and then realize, I'm still going to be late for my 8 o'clock class. You race out of the house with your keys in your hand, jump into the car, and damn it won't start. Then, you think to yourself, could this day get any worse? If this sounds like your typical morning, then I have the car for you.
The car's V-8 engine roared as the driver slammed the pedal to the ground. A wicked smile graced his lips. In in his mind it was all over. Unable to accept the idea of being roadkill, I did the only thing I could.....I turned the handlebars of my bike with all my might, veered off the road and into a nearby yard.