Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming… oh wait, people in Worland can no longer do that to the swimming pool where we all learned how to survive in water. So what happened to that place if someone would ask, the answer would simply be it was demolished? Yes, it is no longer here, the big beautiful round top building no longer stands and all that is left is a large crater full of debris. This place was not just any other old pool; it was the place where I learned how to swim, where many people learned to swim, where swim meets were held, and maybe just a place to cool down on a hot summer day. Therefore, why is it that when we see a rusty old building such as the old swimming pool building be torn down, we feel as if it doesn’t need to be torn down, like we have to save it, preserve it, and remember it forever?
Therefore, when the demolition crew went on scene and began their job to get rid of the building why were some many people hurt when it came tumbling down? Actually, the work to destroy the building came in late September when demolition crews put holes into the building to get rid of all the asbestos in the walls. When they finished it looked as if a woodpecker came a made thousands of tiny holes in the wall for a home. Everyone who grew up with that pool knew its end was coming soon, but we didn’t give a second guess to the legacy the building had. Finally, by the beginning of November the crews came in with their large trucks and demolition tools and knocked the building down. I was awakening that the building I learned to swim in was gone forever. In a blink of an eye it was gone. A lot of people felt pain seeing the building that took two years to build come down in two days. It was the place whe...
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...e I would enter in the winter a rush of hot, humid air would hit me with the smell of chlorine. It was a gathering center for everyone. I know the new pool is much more advanced and fit for a world where technology has taken over, but I wish we could have turned the old pool building into a teen hang out center. Now, it is being demolished and by the summer next year it will be just another area of grass. I wish the building could have been saved and turned into a teen gathering center to keep us out of trouble and a safe place to do our homework, hang out with friends, and get active playing sports. The Worland pool will always be remembered by my generation, but as the next comes they will question us about a place where grass will soon sit. And a question they might ask is: Is that the place you learned how to swim like how the Worland Aquatic Center is to me?
...afety should have inspected the building prior to issuing permits for further renovation, especially knowing this structure was going to be housing 124 residents. It seems that lack of knowledge from prior owners and lack of responsibility of city officials are responsible for this collapse and sadly, the loss of 9 brave men in the line of duty. The Boston Fire Department could have worked closer with the owner/ construction crew at the Hotel Vendome, and the deficiencies would have been found, and they would have known the instability they were walking into on June 17. At that point, firefighting operations would have more than likely been defensive. The firefighters did not conduct pre-incident planning which would have let them know they were going to face the construction barriers while attempting to lay hose, maneuver hose, and get the hose to a water source.
In US News, the article “A Tragedy at Texas A& M”, tells how the logs broke in half killing 12 students. On Thursday of November 18, 1999, early that morning the students started working on stacks of logs from the previous days. Students at A & M were very proud of this historical event. The students would gather one week and start to create the bonfire together. But little did they know this would turn into a tragedy. Early morning around 2:30am the logs were thrown everywhere including the students that were working on it that night. About 70 students were at the top of the logs when it suddenly gave way. At least nine killed in collapse of A&M towering, 40-feet pyramid of logs trembled and then came roaring down early Thursday, crushing at least nice students to death and injuring 28 others. At least four of the injured were in critical condition and two people could be seen trapped in the rubble late Thursday afternoon. Rescuers couldn’t tell if they were died or alive. Rescuers had to use sound-detection equipment to listen for moaning, tapping and heard scratching noises that led them to believe there were victims trapped.
Whitechapel is the focal character of D'Aguiar's novel, The Longest Memory however, the author has used a great many other characters whose stories also stand-alone. Why has D'Aguiar structured his novel in this way and how does it lead the reader to an understanding of the impacts of slavery?
On Sept. 11, 2001, A date that will live in infamy for Americans, terrorists attacked the World Trade Center in New York City. At 8:48 a.m. flight 11 crashed into the north tower. As it continued to burn a second plane flight 175 carrying 65 people crashed into the south tower around 9:05 a.m.. as smoke and debris fill the air in New York City after one of the World Trade Center towers collapsed. Police officers and rescue workers on the disaster scene in New York are covered in Ash that was two to three inches deep in places. People wandered dazed and terrified, Several firefighters coated with dust sat on the ground gasping for breath. One top fire official was asked if both towers had completely collapsed: "You can see what I can see, " he responded. "We just have no idea." At least 202 firefighters and possibly up to 350 are missing,
The gang was well accustomed to seeing destruction, therefore their imaginations were corrupted with it. In an attempt to be creative, to use their imagination, the gang collectively decided to destroy the house that survived the bomb. “Destruction after all is a form of creation. A kind of imagination had seen this house as it had now become.”
In the short story The Swimmer by John Cheever, one of the dominant themes is the passage of time. In this short story time seems to pass as reality does with us unaware of its passing. The main character is the protagonist hero, Neddy Merrill who embarks on a traditional theme of a homeward journey. The scene opens on a warm mid-summer day at an ongoing pool party with Neddy and his wife Lucinda. The pool is “fed by an artesian well with a high iron content, was a pale shade of green.
They had to change and rebuild things after the sinkhole just like they did with Hurricane Sandy. After the Sinkhole some of the students had to move to Tangerine because there wasn’t enough space for everyone at Lake Windsor without the portables. Old Charley burns, the boss of the civil engineering company, was fired. He didn’t check and make sure that the places were safe to be building things on. He was bribed; he got vacations out of it. Since Charley Burns was fired, Paul’s dad replaced him. Paul’s dad told everybody that with him now the boss things were going to change. He wasn’t going to be bribed, and he was actually going to check and make sure that the places people were building things on were safe, and they weren’t building things on sinkholes.
...we found the bodies, yet the crashing blue-green water spins me into a reality that is worlds away from the sight of stiff men. I'm not sure if this is healing or forgetfulness; all I can be certain of is the bite of the water on my skin and the dropping sun. I stare at my hand under the surface of the water, fascinated by how far away it looks and by the deep blue color of my fingernails. That hand isn't a part of my body, how can it be, it is deep in the water, opening and closing experimentally as water crashes on top of it. I want to leave it there, forever feeling the numbing water, forever fighting the currents that would wash it out to the Pacific Ocean. But then my arm moves, lifts my hand, and I realize it is mine, as are my legs and toes and wet matted hair. And the water keeps falling, pounding, rushing and I just stand there, staring, watching, waiting.
There is a certain difficulty in dealing with charges of sexual assault involving a child. Things to take into account when preparing a case for a trial would be the reliability of the witnesses, the conditions of the defendant as well as the victim, and the approach in attempting to defend against accusations of sexual abuse. As this specific case is dealing with sexual assault of a minor, who are easily persuaded for even the most insignificant rewards, there is a possibility that the minor have been prepared by the prosecution to lie in court. In addition, the minor might be provoked by their parental figure to accuse the defendant in order to get rid of the person, or even just to make money off the accused. When approaching such a case, the following measures should be taken: disprove the prosecutions statements, and make it seem like the witness is untrustworthy by breaking apart their testimony. As long as the course of tackling the case is taken cautiously, it becomes quite easy to receive an acquittal on the litigant.
As I got back down to the first floor I heard another loud noise as I got outside I saw another plane had crashed but this time it was in the South tower. I fell on my knees in sadness, I didn’t even have to turn halfway around to see that people were suffering I didn’t want to see. I could hear the sirens of ambulances, police cars, and fire engines. People were screaming everywhere. As I stood up, I turned around slowly, I could see many people crying around me for their loved ones that they know didn’t make it through all of this.
Building and construction activity at the World’s Largest Residential Complex continued at a brisk speed, for nine months. After that the same problems encountered earlier surfaced and contractors and labor petered out. Today all activity at the plot is almost non-existent. Wait, that’s not exactly true, tumble-weeds now blow around on the site in the wind, hustling here and there, like children in a park, whilst the desert continues victoriously to reclaim the land that it had lost so abruptly to human civilization.
When a place like this is built, it shows the people that there is hope and that...
The simple yet extraordinary emotion of nostalgia has been ingrained in mankind since inception. Every single individual has experienced this intense emotion at one point their life, sometimes even regularly. A feeling of sentimental longing for the past, sometimes referred to as 'looking back on the good old days' are typical of being in a state of nostalgia. Robert Frost demonstrates the natural emotion of nostalgia in his poems “Birches” and “The Road Not Taken”. Although both poems convey the feelings of wistful yearning for the days gone by, each poem addresses different kinds of nostalgia: the longing for a carefree, adventurous childhood of the past and the nostalgic reflection of life choices. Both poems make use of differing poetic structures—in addition to various poetic tools—to create the manifestation of nostalgia within their poems.
...resence of my parents upstairs, despite the brain scrambling heat of the sauna, I suddenly felt homesick, and realized I yearned to be in my basement. The pitted feeling in my stomach grew stronger as I realized it is not the basement of my childhood that I miss, it is the basement of my fraternity house where Kegs littered the floors like toys and pledges were hazed like the violent was games my youth. I found another cycle came to a close, and I found myself separated from what I had once known. The basement used to be my sanctuary, the place I could dream in. Standing just outside a basement no longer mine while still profusely sweating from the sauna, a crisp late August breeze gently cooled my body. I deeply inhaled the last moments of summer knowing full well that fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition were no longer of any concern to me.
Growing up in a massive neighborhood magnificent. My neighborhood flooded with kids around my age to hang out with. Occupying the edge of this neighborhood was a large park where the neighborhood’s kids and I would spend most of our time eliminating their boredom. When this park would not satisfy our needs, there were