STRUGGLE: ITS TEACHING, HOW IT CAN HELP US, HOW IT CAN HURT US.
THERE IS AT AT THE BOTTOM ONLY ONE PROBLEM IN THE WORLD.....
HOW DOES ONE BREAK THROUGH?
HOW DOES ONE GET INTO THE OPEN?
HOW DOES ONE BURST THE COCOON AND BECOME A BUTTERFLY?
-THOMAS MANN
DEFINITION:STRUGGLE: to contend resolutely with a task, problem
HOW DOES ONE BREAK THROUGH?
HOW DOES ONE GET INTO THE OPEN?
HOW DOES ONE BURST THE COCOON AND BECOME A BUTTERFLY?
-THOMAS MANN
DEFINITION:STRUGGLE: to contend resolutely with a task, problem
My Dust Bowl Narrative
The Black Blizzard
It was early in the morning and my mother and I were preparing breakfast for my family. My dad was still sound asleep snoring probably the loudest he can, my brother and sister are both in their room pretending to be asleep whenever I came to check up on them, and of course my mother was preparing breakfast. My mom was looking for grains in the cabinets but could not find some. She was wondering if there were some on the land.
“ I doubt there will be anything in the fields mom.” I said.
“Well there might be a little grain.” My mom replied.
“How do you think the dust storm started?”
“Well I learned that right before the dust storm started, there was a lot of heat. The then dried up all of the water. The dirt then didn’t get enough water and dried up all the soil making it easy to come off. Then some winds came picking up all the top soil and getting bigger and bigger and turning into these gigantic dust clouds.”
“Well that makes sense, I guess.”
“I remember when your dad almost got caught into one of those disastrous clouds but made it in time to get a wet towel and come inside.”
“Ya I remember when he decided to make our house bricks instead of wood.”
“Well we still have cracks in our house letting in dust whenever those clouds come.”
“Ya there are some in my room.”
“Well let’s stop this talking and get working. You go play outside while I look for grains. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I went outside with my mom walking into the winds and heat mixing together. My mom then walked away looking for grains. I thought of what I should do outside. I then got a stick and drew on the dirt. I drew my family and what they do regularly. I also drew my favorite animal, a blue whale. I was trying to make it as life size as I can. I was making it very detailed but a noise in the back round was bothering me. I heard the noise like a rumbling sound. I hope it isn’t what I think it is. I turn around only to see my hopes let me down. A huge, 7,000 ft, cloud was coming, rumbling, my way. I yell out to my family, “ ITS COMING EVERYBODY GRAB THE TOWELS! MAMA COME INSIDE!”
My family is rushing inside getting the wet towels. But I noticed that my mom isn’t her yet. I see her rushing home but by a second complete pitch-blackness devours her. The cloud is small and only lasted a few minutes. After it was over I ran to Mama who is outside lying down. We called a doctor only to find out that she has dust pneumonia.
5 months later my mother dies and we are all suffering. I planned her funeral. I decided to burry her on her favorite spot. It was on the cliff edge. She liked it because she would be there when she’s sad. I never met anyone as wonderful as her. We still lived in the same house struggling with the dust. But no matter what my mother will always be in my heart.
It was early in the morning and my mother and I were preparing breakfast for my family. My dad was still sound asleep snoring probably the loudest he can, my brother and sister are both in their room pretending to be asleep whenever I came to check up on them, and of course my mother was preparing breakfast. My mom was looking for grains in the cabinets but could not find some. She was wondering if there were some on the land.
“ I doubt there will be anything in the fields mom.” I said.
“Well there might be a little grain.” My mom replied.
“How do you think the dust storm started?”
“Well I learned that right before the dust storm started, there was a lot of heat. The then dried up all of the water. The dirt then didn’t get enough water and dried up all the soil making it easy to come off. Then some winds came picking up all the top soil and getting bigger and bigger and turning into these gigantic dust clouds.”
“Well that makes sense, I guess.”
“I remember when your dad almost got caught into one of those disastrous clouds but made it in time to get a wet towel and come inside.”
“Ya I remember when he decided to make our house bricks instead of wood.”
“Well we still have cracks in our house letting in dust whenever those clouds come.”
“Ya there are some in my room.”
“Well let’s stop this talking and get working. You go play outside while I look for grains. Deal?”
“Deal.”
I went outside with my mom walking into the winds and heat mixing together. My mom then walked away looking for grains. I thought of what I should do outside. I then got a stick and drew on the dirt. I drew my family and what they do regularly. I also drew my favorite animal, a blue whale. I was trying to make it as life size as I can. I was making it very detailed but a noise in the back round was bothering me. I heard the noise like a rumbling sound. I hope it isn’t what I think it is. I turn around only to see my hopes let me down. A huge, 7,000 ft, cloud was coming, rumbling, my way. I yell out to my family, “ ITS COMING EVERYBODY GRAB THE TOWELS! MAMA COME INSIDE!”
My family is rushing inside getting the wet towels. But I noticed that my mom isn’t her yet. I see her rushing home but by a second complete pitch-blackness devours her. The cloud is small and only lasted a few minutes. After it was over I ran to Mama who is outside lying down. We called a doctor only to find out that she has dust pneumonia.
5 months later my mother dies and we are all suffering. I planned her funeral. I decided to burry her on her favorite spot. It was on the cliff edge. She liked it because she would be there when she’s sad. I never met anyone as wonderful as her. We still lived in the same house struggling with the dust. But no matter what my mother will always be in my heart.