Japan's Earthquake

The earthquake in Japan was an extremely tragic time. I was one of the victims, so I know how the people grappled with the shock. The oceans deployed waves the size of cranes and two story houses, destroying everything in their path. And this was just the beginning.

I was sitting in my tiny cubical trying to do my job. It was crucial that I finish my report before my boss threw another tantrum over my work. I had to be adept, every single letter had to be quadruple-checked. After I finished with that, I was to make a dent in a copious amount of paperwork that were stacked on my desk. There was obviously no time to banter with my colleagues, no breaks either.

I remember putting the finishing touches on my report, and the next minute paper was falling, lights were swinging and crashing. People were running around screaming. This was the definition of chaos. Walls cracked with bits of dried paint hitting the floor. The roof crackled as it split, making it appear to have a layered texture. You have to be fastidious about where you're going to step, being careful not to twist your ankle on debris or cut yourself on shattered glass. The fitful floor started to crumble and shake again, and I lost my footing.

People were grasping for something to cling onto. Our town was so small, I could have heard the screams from the elementary school down the block. Though after about five minutes the earthquake lightened up, after the earthquake came aftershocks and a tsunami to top it off. The tsunami decelerated after a long time—and many deaths—but still trudged on.

After all these events we were told it isn't over, but for now we're trying to get ourselves together. The other countries facilitated our situation by helping us with supplies, medical help, and rescuers. It can only get better, right?