Typed from written Journal Entry:
I thought I’d change it up a bit and try writing in journal form tonight. I am also curious to see the difference in length of writing for both writing formats.
Dr. Semingson suggested incorporating pictures into our journal writings/posts. I don’t have any pics from growing up – they are all at my dad’s house in Michigan – but I can start adding new pics from Alaska, especially when it comes time to talk about our honeymoon adventures there.
Today I want to start by talking about earthquakes. I want to preface this “talk” with a story from when I moved to Texas. Not long into the start of my 7th grade year we practice emergency drills. I remember one of my teachers talking about what to do in case of an emergency: crouch down with your head near a wall and cover your head. I remember thinking that getting near a wall wouldn’t be the safest thing in the world but I didn’t argue – I didn’t know what that emergency drill was for. Now that I’m older and teaching my students this drill I can still say that I don’t really understand it but I enforce it.
The reason I was so confused initially as a child though was because I had gone through both Alaskan and Californian schools learning a different emergency drill – same position just under a desk or table. Why you ask? To protect you from earthquakes.
Earthquakes are prominent in both Alaska and California and I’ve had experiences with them in both places. In Alaska they happened so often that you almost didn’t feel them – well the “little” ones anyway. The best way for me to describe the little ones is to compare them to a powerful massaging arm – you know those electric things that feel so good after a long, hard day? I’ll never forget when my husband Karl experienced his first earthquake – luckily it was a little one. His eyes got real big and he said, “Did you feel that?” I was so excited that he was able to experience an earthquake with me – that sounds strange, doesn’t it? Anyway, it was neat still the same.
I have never experienced a large scale earthquake, like the one that ripped through Alaska in its early years of statehood. But I do remember being scared to death by one. My sister and I were playing on our dad’s computer (back when they first came out ) in a spare room when it hit. The whole room shook, including the computer stand, our chairs, and everything else in that room. We were out of there quick as lightning and jumped into our dad’s arms on his lazy-boy. I just remember dad smiling – he got a real kick out of our reactions, for sure. For some reason that memory has had such a lasting impression on me.
Side Note: Writing all my memories from Alaska makes me want to ask my dad if he can start writing stories down for us to keep and share with our kids. I think that would be such a precious gift, to be sure.
Well time is up for me tonight. In the future I would like to write about the beauty of the Wild Alaska – plants, glaciers, waters, mountains, and Aurora Borealis.
I thought I’d change it up a bit and try writing in journal form tonight. I am also curious to see the difference in length of writing for both writing formats.
Dr. Semingson suggested incorporating pictures into our journal writings/posts. I don’t have any pics from growing up – they are all at my dad’s house in Michigan – but I can start adding new pics from Alaska, especially when it comes time to talk about our honeymoon adventures there.
Today I want to start by talking about earthquakes. I want to preface this “talk” with a story from when I moved to Texas. Not long into the start of my 7th grade year we practice emergency drills. I remember one of my teachers talking about what to do in case of an emergency: crouch down with your head near a wall and cover your head. I remember thinking that getting near a wall wouldn’t be the safest thing in the world but I didn’t argue – I didn’t know what that emergency drill was for. Now that I’m older and teaching my students this drill I can still say that I don’t really understand it but I enforce it.
The reason I was so confused initially as a child though was because I had gone through both Alaskan and Californian schools learning a different emergency drill – same position just under a desk or table. Why you ask? To protect you from earthquakes.
Earthquakes are prominent in both Alaska and California and I’ve had experiences with them in both places. In Alaska they happened so often that you almost didn’t feel them – well the “little” ones anyway. The best way for me to describe the little ones is to compare them to a powerful massaging arm – you know those electric things that feel so good after a long, hard day? I’ll never forget when my husband Karl experienced his first earthquake – luckily it was a little one. His eyes got real big and he said, “Did you feel that?” I was so excited that he was able to experience an earthquake with me – that sounds strange, doesn’t it? Anyway, it was neat still the same.
I have never experienced a large scale earthquake, like the one that ripped through Alaska in its early years of statehood. But I do remember being scared to death by one. My sister and I were playing on our dad’s computer (back when they first came out ) in a spare room when it hit. The whole room shook, including the computer stand, our chairs, and everything else in that room. We were out of there quick as lightning and jumped into our dad’s arms on his lazy-boy. I just remember dad smiling – he got a real kick out of our reactions, for sure. For some reason that memory has had such a lasting impression on me.
Side Note: Writing all my memories from Alaska makes me want to ask my dad if he can start writing stories down for us to keep and share with our kids. I think that would be such a precious gift, to be sure.
Well time is up for me tonight. In the future I would like to write about the beauty of the Wild Alaska – plants, glaciers, waters, mountains, and Aurora Borealis.
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