Somewhere in 2008, it was dark, cold, and my heart felt like it's tearing apart. My heart hurtled so much that I couldn't even breathe. It was on my way to home after school. It was rainy day, so the sky was grey and the temperature was cold. There's a hill going up to my apartment, and while going up, we could see the apartments. Since its dark outside, I could see the lights turned on from Moses of the house. I looked at my house window; it was dark, which means that no one is at the home. As I expected, there was no one inside the house. My parents were at work, and my sister comes home at 6 o'clock in the afternoon from kindergarten. I called to my mom that I was so lonely, but she had to help dad with his company. Not knowing how she felt, …show more content…
After the good days, I went on a vacation with my family to England. We were shopping at Bath's Milson Place; I saw a familiar face coming toward me. It was my classmate in 8th grade, name Vincent. I was really surprised, out of all the places, and out of all times in summer vacation. I said, "Oh maybe, it's destiny" as a joke, but I saw him at the airport again! He was even riding same airplane with us! We were sitting in same class in airplane so I talked to him a lot while flying back. Inside the plane, he told me that he actually liked me since 7th grade, when he first saw me. He asked me if we want to go out and I said "yes!" After coming back from vacation, I was getting prepared to go to school. But it was August 3rd, 2015, when we had visitors from Korea, and we're planning to go to Managaha the next day. Before the typhoon Soudelor, we had prepared for many other typhoons, which tend to move away, or was very weak, that our preparedness became nothing. So like the other typhoons, we thought it will be okay and didn't prepare. But it went off the mark. It was the worst typhoon to hit Saipan in almost 30 years. Until the power went out around 8 o'clock in the night, we didn't take this typhoon …show more content…
I heard glass shattering, trees breaking, and winds roaring. After the scary night when I woke up in the morning, I saw the mess outside, the tin roof that fly to our garden, no leaves in the trees, broken trees, and slanted coconut trees to our dog house outside. On that afternoon, after the typhoon has passed, the sun shone brightly not knowing how we felt. Three days after the typhoon, we went to Korea we were planning to go to Korea because my mom and I were really sick. After arriving at Korea we first went to hospital that was at the city we were living. The hospital we went to was not small, and was known to many other people for good medication. But the doctor told us to go to a bigger hospital. So it was on my way to hospital for my health checkup. I was really nervous because I was sick and the clinic doctor told me and my mom to go to a bigger hospital. So we went to the biggest hospital in Korea. We were riding subway to hospital, and while going there I was looking outside for view. It was mostly tall buildings, apartments, and roads. Inside the subway was cold, damp, loud, smell liked cold metal and all kinds of smell in
December 11, 2013. Around 5:00 I was sleeping in my bed, but then eventually my dad came thought the door the door followed with a bang. The bang woke me up my dad said get up get somethings where going to the hospital, I was up and I out of my bed as if I was in the Military. Then out the door, but my dad had to go back to lock the door, then to the Hospital where my mom was. We were at the hospital, but we walk like a snail into the hospital because it was icy you couldn’t see the ground because of the snow with the cold air blowing in my face, my dad said my nose was red and my eyes were watering so he held my face against his big brown winter coat he wore for work.
I remember it being cold. Numbing. Something wet seeping into the backside of my red South Carolina sweatshirt. The faint scent of smoke filling my nostrils, bring a burning sensation to my eyes. I laid under a full crescent moon, my eyes refusing to stay open, my sight dimming.
Benchmark B In the article, “A Tale of Two Summers for Parents” by Belinda Luscombe it is said that elementary kids should require adult supervision and should not be left alone. I say elementary kids should not be left unsupervised because they aren’t old enough to take care of themselves and they still don’t know how hazardous the things around them could be. For example, I’m already 16 and when i'm home alone I still do things that are careless now imagine a young kid home alone it would be a disaster. Also how Deborah Harrell left her 9 year old daughter at a public park unsupervised.
I could see it as the storm clouds rolled in, as the thunder crashed and almost echoed my feelings in the sky. I felt vulnerable to life for the first time that night. As I descended down the stairs to join the rest of the group that was meeting to pay I heard
I reached out to my high school’s summer school program last summer and volunteered as a tutor for the majority of the summer. There, I tutored in various subjects in math to summer school students, helping a lot of students pass their required coursework. I continued my tutoring agenda by helping ELL students learn English that very summer at a Minneapolis high school. Called the Summer Academy, the summer school program was designed to help new immigrant students receive an academic boost before the school year began. I was able to ease the learning process by helping several students by conversing in a language they were fluent in, Somali.
Nothing seems to compare. One frigid morning before work I walked across the street to get a cup of coffee while I waited for my work supervisor to arrive and unlock the door. Much to my surprise, an aroma that I hadn’t smelled since I was little greeted me at the doorway of the bakery. In that moment, I was a little girl walking into grandma’s kitchen.
The most memorable thing about a hospital is the smell. The sterile scent of rubber gloves and antibacterial cleaner was an all too familiar part of my childhood as I spent years swinging my feet nervously in waiting room chairs, waiting to be admitted into Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta time and time again. As my life became a series of being poked and prodded with needles for blood tests and IVs, having lead bibs placed on my chest for X-rays, and hearing the dreaded “How are you feeling today?”, the familiar aroma became a stench. Spending days in a hospital bed instead of in the classroom with my friends at school became taxing on my body and mind, and watching the toll it took on my mother who sat in the chair beside me was even more
Obviously, crops were frozen and there was no hope of growing anything at that storm. Major John Wesley Powell, an explorer, geologist, and writer in meteorology, said “When it came to great disasters” people knew far less that they thought they knew” (42). Back then, weather forecasters were a failure due to errors, faults, and lack of better technology to predict possible weather
I was sitting outside my beautiful-golden-yellow, color-of-a-biscuit, house. When I saw a ocean of blue, walking up the hill. My dad yelled at me to come inside, but I watched in amazement of seeing this big ocean just rising up like bread in the oven. I knew something would happen in the next few days, just not like it happened. It happened fast, too fast.
At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.
Although this storm has broken many records, it also caused catastrophic events. In anticipation
August 28, 2005, at approximately 2:00 pm in Gulfport, Mississippi, was the beginning of the first traumatic event in my life. It was a pretty windy day, and the clouds were moving in. Nobody knew that by the time the sun came up the next day, the landscape, and everything we knew, would be changed forever. Hurricane Katrina was a category five hurricane making its way towards us on the gulf coast of Mississippi and Louisiana. As the day grew older, the air got dense and colder and that taste and smell hit me that said rain was on its way.
Spring Break Stalkers “Omg! You guys this is going to be the best trip ever!” I said excitedly. In a matter of hours we would be on an airplane heading for Panama! This would be our best Spring Break yet…
One morning I was driving around San Francisco when a semi-truck turned unexpectedly and I crashed right in to it an after that I was sent to the hospital in L.A, California. Once I got there they treated me and in one week I was perfectly fine until the found out that I needed better care so they sent me to another hospital. Once I got to that hospital they treated me for 7 weeks and after those 7 weeks I was healthy again.
My heart would palpitate while my skin flushed. I could feel myself getting hotter and more nervous as thoughts raced through my head. They weren’t connected, but they felt tied together, stuck. I felt as if my life was on a video reel but the sounds were distorted, and the film was held together by a shaky hand. My teacher looked at me, saying something but all I heard was unintelligible speech, the other students were staring at me while I prayed silently for a sinkhole to open up and remove me from the situation entirely.