It was February twenty eighth of the year 2014, the day everyone in Georgia thought the world was going to end! It started out as any regular day, society getting up in the morning going to work, school, and running errands the usual. No one thought that for once the weather forecast was actually right. No one knew that by the end of the day Georgia would be a new ice age. For me the day started at nine am on the dot. Something was very different about today, I was very hesitant. Something was telling me not to go to school, so I was taking my time to get ready. Finally, I was ready to go and the moment I walked outside it started snowing. I walked back into my house, I started pacing back and forth contemplating on whether I should still make that trip to school or stay home. Soon I remember one of my co-workers telling me a snow storm was coming so I decided to stay home. Fortunately it was a pretty easy day for me.
Unfortunately for others, their snow day did not go as smoothly. On February twenty eighth of 2014 is when Georgia hit a serious but temporary ice age. This Tuesday was a trying time and showed us we are really one big family. I didn’t want to be home so me and my friend Milan met at the local Wal-Mart then walked to her house from there. Outside it felt like twenty degrees, you better had watch your step or you’d slip on ice or snow. The roads iced over completely, cars seemingly sleep not moving at all. As we were getting closer to Milan’s home she started expressing concern for her younger cousin. “Angelica has been in traffic for two hours and we have no way of getting to her. She’s out there walking by herself all the way from school” said Milan. The next morning I sat down and had a talk with Milan’s cousin An...
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... and thought to myself how any of those people who lost their lives could have been me, or someone close to me.
I conclude, anyone who is a Georgia resident would agree that in some way this snow storm impacted them. Regardless of if it was a little or a lot. In addition to that, February twenty eighth proved that people do care. That society truly is one big family caring for one another whether you notice or not we are all on this earth together. All connected on a deeper level that I myself can’t complain. This paper and snow day really made me grow as a person, really made me see that we as a whole we are stronger. February twenty eighth of 2014 showed me that a tree is nothing without its leaves and branches, and stems, and every part of that tree that stretches up from the ground. A tree is nothing without all of its parts it was given to function properly.
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My parents grew up in small town in Mexico. There was a little river that went through part of the town when they were growing up. Every weekend or so they would go out and would go swimming with their families, it almost became a tradition to go swimming there until they noticed that the river 's water level was becoming smaller and smaller. Today there is no river anymore, instead it 's a road that travels through the town. Every time I visit my family in Mexico it would alway be nice and warm up until this year when I went in December. I remember waking up and getting ready to go to my aunt 's house in clothes for warm weather. As I open the door, the cold air punch me and I saw snowflakes falling down. It 's not supposed to snow in that
It was the day of April 13, 2000. I woke up at exactly 12 o’clock because my boyfriend was to pick me up at 1 like we planned the night before. The day looked quite nice, but I was in a fowl mood. I got into a car accident the night before and had a huge argument with my parents about the car. I finally dragged myself into the shower and got ready in half an hour. Then I went downstairs, sat on my couch, and repeatedly told myself the day would hopefully turn out better than last night. At around 1:15, my boyfriend came to pick me up. We took the 5 freeway to the 57 since it was the only way I knew how to get there. As we approached the 134 freeway, my girlfriend veered to the right, taking the 210 which was wrong way and got us lost. So, we exited the freeway and got back on the right track. Then finally, before long, we reached Norton Simon.
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At first the author paints a picture of a small village or town that is getting hit by a ice storm. The narrator shows how cold it is by commenting, “But the freezing rain kept coming. Tree branches glistened like glass. Then broke like glass. Ice thickened the windows until everything outside blurred” (Heynen 1). From this the reader can tell this isn't a regular snow day. Tree branches are freezing so much that they are just breaking like glass. Also the windows have become translucent from how thick the frozen ice is on them. The narrator also states, “Some farmers went ice-skating down gravel roads” (Heynen 1). The gravel road is so frozen that a person can ice skate on it. That itself shows how cold it is outside in this story. The reader should be able to tell
captive by a sheath of frost, as were the glacial branches that scraped at my windows, begging to get in. It is indeed the coldest year I can remember, with winds like barbs that caught and pulled at my skin. People ceaselessly searched for warmth, but my family found that this year, the warmth was searching for us.
February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to the hospital as quickly as possible as if it may be the last time to see her older brother. My mom finally calls me back and when I tell her the news, she quickly leaves work. That after-noon I lost my Uncle.