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What people/industries regularly monitor ocean waves, and why is it important? Ocean waves are caused by winds. Strong winds cause larger waves which usually move up and down. Looking out at the ocean, people can see infinite of waves transporting water from one place to the next. People who are in charge of studying these waves are marine scientist better known as Physical Oceanographers. They study every aspect of the ocean such as check and track the deep currents and waves from start to finish

The Roswell Crash Grason Rasmussen The UFO Crash at Roswell Ms. Henson’s Class English March-April 2016 “The Roswell UFO Crash” The UFO crashed in 1947. The crash happened seventy-five miles from Roswell, New Mexico. The crash happened closer to Corona, New Mexico. The UFO was found by William Brazel. He found it while checking on the sheep after a thunderstorm. He thought he heard something explode but thought it was just thunder. He showed it to his neighbors and th said to report

the hurricane is the speed and direction of the winds. Hurricanes can only form when the speed of the winds are all equivalent, because if one is faster than another, the flow of the winds will break and the winds will slow down. Also, it is important that the winds are going the same direction, because if they go in opposite directions, the winds will collide and the winds will fade away. When all of those components are created, then the winds gather up in an part of the ocean where the water

“I am not afraid of storms for I am learning to sail my ship.” The captain cried out, to everyone to tell them about him and his ship. When he was steering the ship with 150 people were on board the ship, the captain heard a strange noise coming for outside of the ship. The captain couldn’t see a thing outside because of the fog, he went outside and lent over the side than he heard the noise again. He saw something in the corner of his eye and he said “Hello, is anyone out there.” A few seconds

An enormous wave crashes into your boat nearly tipping it. The howling wind tosses the boat from side to side. Lightning strikes the stern sending you into darkness. The next morning you wake up to a calm, quiet sea ready for smooth sailing. Somedays the water is perfectly still making for easy travel, yet other days you have to endure a restless, unforgiving sea. This is how the road of life is perceived. The seas my father has conquered has taught me that life isn’t always smooth sailing. Forty

It was a very mild October day, on which the birds sang all the time and you never needed a jacket. I had just gotten out of school from which a bus drops me off at Santa Fe Middle School. Because it was such a pleasant day I had ridden my bike, a small Mongoose dirt bike which could go incredibly fast for it's size. So I went to the bike lock up and took it from the iron bars and began to ride it away on my usual path from the school. I crossed the sidewalk by the park as I always did and proceeded

it was a day like any other with no compelling attributes, except for the gentle breeze that was blowing through the city of Chicago as Anna Ortiz made her way towards the Chicago River. it was a particular gorgeous Wednesday evening in early October, just cool enough to know fall had arrived. The bright green leaves had started to fade as if by magic into Splendid red, yellow and orange shades thus creating a backdrop of tranquility and serenity in the downtown area. Anna walked subdued by the beauty

The novella Typhoon by Joseph Conrad tells the story of a ship’s captain, Macwhirr, and his voyage across the East Asian sea. Macwhirr’s incredibly literal, unimaginative nature is juxtaposed with his second-in-command, Jukes, who uses figurative language. The juxtaposition allows the reader to see how Macwhirr and Jukes react to the same problem: a typhoon. When faced with a dangerous typhoon in the middle of the book, Macwhirr remains calm and reads articles from his books on dealing with typhoons

The day began with the sun rising above the trees and my surroundings becoming perceivable. Five o’clock was about to strike the clock and leaves began to rustle as the wind blew. Jake Hall and I sat in our ground stand, concentrating on any movement. The dreary cold morning had me crossing my arms, trying to preserve any body heat I had left. The breeze in the morning helped nothing at all, as it just muffled my ears and a burning sensation felt on my cheeks. Jake’s dad, Dave, seemed to be perched

Tornadoes make full use of the element of surprise. They seemingly form out of nowhere, varying greatly in size, strength, agility and speed, unpredictably destroying some or all of life’s most prized possessions, including the most precious of all – life. Leaving in their wake only remnants of physical memories carelessly scattered about. Living in “Tornado Alley” or any other tornado prone region is at times a leap of faith which only Mother Nature controls, yet societally this is an excepted