hurricane katrina
I've been kind of busy lately. What with high school and the promised load of homework. I worked for two and a half hours when I got home from school today and worked straight through till dinner at 7. Anyway. Here's the point of the post:
Hurricane Katrina came through earlier this week. When it hit land and my grandmother's house (Clearwate, FL) it was a category one. But by the time it hit New Orleans at the mouth of the Mississippi River it was a category five (I think...) and New Orleans was quickly flooded with 16 feet of water (right?) and hit with 95 mph winds (I think) which whipped through the streets and together the two destroyed the only bridge that leads in and out of the city. Watching the "Aftermath" news program on tv its astounding to see this damage and the death toll. And this in the US! The land of Milk and Honey. Things like this aren't supposed to happen here. I mean yeah, natural disasters occur, but we deal with them... don't we? We make sure that everyone is evacuated in time and prepare so that even if everyone isn't able to get out there is enough food and water supplies to go around. And yet here are these people on the news. Their lives and homes have been devastated by this hurricane and they are waiting in the sweltering 90 degree plus weather in gigantic lines that snake behind the super-grocery stores and they're waiting in line for a single plastic bag of groceries handed to them through a tiny, muddy hole in the wall. As they are waiting a fire truck brings "relief"... a huge tarmac filled with dirty water that people are eagerly splashing all over themselves and dipping their babies into it. One man shakes his water bottle, filled one eight of the way up and states in his deep-southern accent "this is all the water I have to my name, right here." It's so surprising that the aftermath could be this bad in the US. It's not a third world country. Though conditions in New Orleans right now are pretty bad.
Mr. Brown, my world history teacher, told us today in class (while we were talking about public works in ancient civilizations) that the people in the hurricane shelters down there have no place for all their waste. It smells so bad and soon they won't be able to stay healthy (as healthy as you can be with scarcities of food and water and no way to practice good hygeine skills) with all the waster surrounding them. My mom says that people are being told to move the dead bodies (dead bodies!! there shouldn't be any dead bodies to begin with!!) away from where they're staying. The stench is so bad. And where is the governor of Mississippi while all this is going on? Washington D.C. is my best guess. And what is he doing about it? About as much as our wonderful president is doing to bring down gas prices, another huge issue. In Chapel Hill gas went up 20 cents just yesterday!! I'm disgusted. ugh.
Hurricane Katrina came through earlier this week. When it hit land and my grandmother's house (Clearwate, FL) it was a category one. But by the time it hit New Orleans at the mouth of the Mississippi River it was a category five (I think...) and New Orleans was quickly flooded with 16 feet of water (right?) and hit with 95 mph winds (I think) which whipped through the streets and together the two destroyed the only bridge that leads in and out of the city. Watching the "Aftermath" news program on tv its astounding to see this damage and the death toll. And this in the US! The land of Milk and Honey. Things like this aren't supposed to happen here. I mean yeah, natural disasters occur, but we deal with them... don't we? We make sure that everyone is evacuated in time and prepare so that even if everyone isn't able to get out there is enough food and water supplies to go around. And yet here are these people on the news. Their lives and homes have been devastated by this hurricane and they are waiting in the sweltering 90 degree plus weather in gigantic lines that snake behind the super-grocery stores and they're waiting in line for a single plastic bag of groceries handed to them through a tiny, muddy hole in the wall. As they are waiting a fire truck brings "relief"... a huge tarmac filled with dirty water that people are eagerly splashing all over themselves and dipping their babies into it. One man shakes his water bottle, filled one eight of the way up and states in his deep-southern accent "this is all the water I have to my name, right here." It's so surprising that the aftermath could be this bad in the US. It's not a third world country. Though conditions in New Orleans right now are pretty bad.
Mr. Brown, my world history teacher, told us today in class (while we were talking about public works in ancient civilizations) that the people in the hurricane shelters down there have no place for all their waste. It smells so bad and soon they won't be able to stay healthy (as healthy as you can be with scarcities of food and water and no way to practice good hygeine skills) with all the waster surrounding them. My mom says that people are being told to move the dead bodies (dead bodies!! there shouldn't be any dead bodies to begin with!!) away from where they're staying. The stench is so bad. And where is the governor of Mississippi while all this is going on? Washington D.C. is my best guess. And what is he doing about it? About as much as our wonderful president is doing to bring down gas prices, another huge issue. In Chapel Hill gas went up 20 cents just yesterday!! I'm disgusted. ugh.
YOURe WALKING TO SCHOOL!!!
im so jealous.
theres this girl who bikes, im SO JEALOUS that is like my life dream to bike to school
grrr
hurricanes suck my old cat was named katrina
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Ruthie |
5:29 PM