Personal Narrative Of My Life After Hurricane Katrina

I know I have not seen you in too long, but that is over. I am now the President. As you know, 12 days ago, was the surrender at Appomattox Courthouse. If you know not, Confederate Army General, Robert E. Lee surrendered his 28,000 troops to Union Lt. General, Ulysses S Grant after the last battle of the war in the morning. Then, one week ago, John Wilkes Booth murdered Abraham Lincoln at Ford’s Theatre. Since I was his Vice President, and he died, I am now the President. I am glad that the war is over and the bloodshed is done. The Surrender at Appomattox filled me with joy. As for the Lincoln assassination, I have mixed views. I have deep sorrows and condolences for Lincoln and his family, for I liked the man and he respected me well. I am also

I am located in Tallahassee a terrible hurricane recently passed thru when it did it knocked power out all over the city I was without power for over a week as well as cable so I was unable to complete assignmentsy phone was dead and on top of that a tree fell on my car so I was unable to charge my phone to get in contact with anybody.

On August 29, 2005, people’s lives were about to change forever. A vicious storm called Hurricane Katrina was about to sweep through the Gulf Coast. Not only was this storm big, but it was the 5th greatest hurricane in the history of the United States, and took millions of people by surprise. This storm ruined people’s homes, and lives in less than 24 hours, and nothing would ever be the same again.

I felt a chill run through my body as I stood outside my car and watched the hazy water continuously rush over the sea wall and into the street. I began to step back as the water crept closer to the car’s tires. The water carried debris from boats and homes; I saw a broken bike tire drift and eventually grasp onto a metal pole which had once been a fishing rod. The three big sail boat docks had broken free and now drifted out of the Pine Orchard Harbor and onto the Ruwe’s front lawn and behind the tennis courts; I was afraid that the abandoned paddle boards would do the same. The road was filled with about six feet of water; Ms. Molly was kayaking in the blockaded road. Mr. and Ms. Quinn had stumbled outside his stout home to see how much damage Hurricane Irene had really accomplished overnight. This was the first glimpse I had had at her destruction after spending two days in my powerless home. I heard my parents speaking to Mr. Quinn in hushed voices saying that we were in the eye of the storm. As the wind began to pick up, my mother ordered my family to return to the GMC. My stomach churned as the nausea rose inside of me. I climbed back into my car.

Hurricane Katrina was coming over to New Orleans and people thought that the levees would protect them (but 80% of the town left anyways). Even though that’s what they thought, the 26 ft. storm surge did not keep away and the levees broke. Because the levees broke, everyone who stayed went to their last resort (was said to withstand 200 mph winds) which was the Superdome, the roof had broken at 100 mph winds.

I sat in silence while Louis drove. I’d glanced at the clock periodically, calculating our arrival time. We had left earlier than usual to accommodate for the impending sea of cars in the parking lot. For a small town, high school basketball against a rival school was about as big as it got. So, everybody in town was going to be there, and by everybody, I mean Katrina was going to be there.

I have only experienced an earthquake. I live in Visalia, California which is the central part of the state. The San Andreas Fault is a continental transform fault that extends approximately 750 miles through California. Los Angeles shares 35 miles of the Fault running through the city. When I moved to California I was told that the central valley (Visalia) very rarely experiences earthquakes. It was an evening that I realized that I was most definitely experiencing an earthquake. At the time I was married and my x-husband and I were fast asleep in bed when all of the sudden we were awoken by a slight shaking of the bed. Started with the question what was that, we began to hear the water in the in the ground swimming pool sloshing back

5 days, we were only out of power for 5 days, and yet it felt like an eternity. Hurricane Irma was by no means the worst storm that Florida has experienced but its effects were brutal. We had lost all of our power and our backup generator was suffering from some technical issues. We had no light so my family and I had to take turns using a handheld light to walk around our house with.We had no running water so all 7 of my family members had to take sponge baths.All of the food in our refrigerator had spoiled.The house was so hot that we all decided to sleep on the marble floor downstairs.

There’s nothing more beautiful than seeing people gather together to celebrate a common goal. Community service to me is something that every citizen that is capable and willing to give back, should do it as a sign of gratitude to those who have fallen and are still fighting for the freedom of this beautiful nation. My community service record started when I join A.F.J.R.O.T.C (Air force junior reserve officer training corps) at Aviation High school. The experience gather at this program was invaluable. One of the most memorable moments that I remember while being a cadet at this prestigious program was when Hurricane Sandy happened. As we all remember, Hurricane Sandy was one of the worst catastrophes that has happen to the east coast. Far Rockaway was one of the most hit areas hurricane sandy affected.

Katrina had heard this entire speech before, courtesy of Nicole Ellis (and more recently Michael Rodriguez), and her mind automatically began to tune the doctor out. It was all too familiar, and she could almost hear the voice of her mother on the phone the night before. The warm chocolate of Katrina's eyes turned steely as Dr. Miller spoke, and she adjusted herself on the couch, picking her feet up and tucking them underneath to half-sit, half-lay on her side on the plush surface. "If I wasn't driven by my own passion, I wouldn't be sitting here right now. If I didn't care, I probably wouldn't even have come." Her voice was still the same neutral tone that

We are storm veterans. Hurricanes come along every late summer and fall in New Orleans. It is part of life in the Gulf Coast. You make sure you always have emergency supplies handy. You have a storm shelter, or a plan to get together with friends and family someplace safe. Hurricanes are just a thing we deal with around here.

Trust no one. It all started on my eighth birthday party. I was having my party at the firehouse, and I walked into the kitchen to see my parents fighting. Their fight wasn’t one of those we’ll-get-over-it-in-a-couple-minutes fights. I could see the pain in their eyes. The hatred between them was like a hurricane: dangerous, treacherous, and painful. My heart felt broken.

On the morning of Monday, August 29, 2005, in southeast Louisiana, hurricane Katrina made its second landfall. It began as a category one hurricane in the Bahamas and crossed the southern tip of Florida into the Gulf of Mexico, where is mixed with the warm waters and grew into a category five hurricane. After making landfall the second time, it weakened to a category three hurricane but still caused catastrophic damage to everything in its path. Hurricane Katrina resulted in at least 1833 deaths from both the storm and subsequent floods, making it the deadliest U.S. hurricane since the 1928 Okeechobee hurricane (Knabb). The residents of southeast Louisiana had advanced notice of the severity of the storm since the

I woke up early morning and turned on the TV. I could not see anything

During the Christmas break of 1st grade, I moved from New Orleans to the small town of Aransas Pass. I vaguely remember how I felt about the move, I only knew that it was a new adventure. My mother told me after attending their small school for several weeks that I was astounded to find that there were not as many diverse cultures here. To be honest, my exact reaction was "Where are all the black people?", in a fearful tone. I was probably around the age of 7.