Deveena’s Story #2
Everything is happening all around, and now it is too late to stop the ruin of our world with climate change.
Deveena’s Story #1
But little did I know, I would come to find out that my entire home state Kerala was flooded, and the flood didn’t only ruin my childhood home, but had also taken the lives of my friends and family friends back home.
Drake’s Story
It’s tiring and draining feeling the intense heat surround and choke me.
Jack’s Story
I notice that the snow days I once treated as a frequent occurrence no longer occur so frequently anymore.
Jennifer’s Story
I am sensing climate change through the increase in extreme weather.
Anonymous Story
In my audio recording, I speak about my experience growing up competitively skiing.
Mya’s Story
From what I researched, aloe is in a grave of danger, and you guessed it: yes, it’s because of climate change.
Aman’s Story
There was no more forest but spans of dried up trees. Ailing, sad, brown – the place I had once loved and known to be full of birdsong and butterflies now ceased to exist. The birds had all left – Delhi was simply too hot for them.
Hannah’s Story
Some people had to swim out of their second story windows in the middle of night, while others went on rescue missions in the boats they kept in their garages.
Justine’s Story
As subway stations swelled with water and cars floated down the streets, the hustle and bustle of the fast-paced roads quieted to an eerie silence; it felt as if the gray clouds of the regularly scheduled rainy season had come back on their own accord.
Jonathan’s Story
However, last year when I returned home for Winter Break from Penn and walked outside of Union Station, the first thing I noticed was how warm it was outside. It felt like spring and I was very concerned right away because I thought about how hot it was the past summer.
Sarah’s Story
The turn of the seasons only an hour from the place I’d spent my eighteen years was unpredictable and mysterious to me.
Xiye’s Story
It is often towns like my own –the low income, Indigenous, and sidelined areas– that see the brunt of the pollution and the brunt of detrimental climate disasters.
Liesl’s Story
This situation makes me really concerned and fearful for older people who do not have loved ones to help them stay safe or rebuild after a natural disaster like this.
Ash’s Story
In class, we spent time gazing out the wide-paned windows to catch deer and bobcats stalk the barren mountains outside instead of study the math worksheets and history books in front of us.
Grace’s Story
As I drove around my hometown, I noticed many stores closed for repairs and tons of damaged cars resulting from tornadoes that struck this area during the storm.
Amir’s Story
The day prior I strolled the streets in flip flops and shorts, then – like an emergency tsunami – a mere 24 hours later the streets are white and the Christmas songs have begun to top the charts once more.
Sophia’s Story
My nostrils burned a little more with each inhale as I realized that there must be a wildfire somewhere close by.
Madison’s Story
Although not surprising, Jamaica makes such small contributions to the production of emissions, yet it reaps the consequences.
August’s Story
The forest was no longer as loud; I used to be able to hear more birds chirping.
Kimora’s Story
Just knowing that something like this is possible is horrifying.
Nudrat’s Story
Growing up in Karachi, Pakistan, a megacity along the coast of the Arabian Sea, I always had a sense of ways in which nature shapes and molds the everyday texture of human life. […] In recent years, however, these rarer weather events have become alarmingly recurring and exponentially greater in their intensity and the destruction they cause to my city.
Maria’s Story
I couldn’t ignore the dark spots in the sand from the refinery’s pollution or the amount of plastic and other debris that littered the sand and the water. I had never realized how polluted the beach was because it was all I knew, it was normalized it in my mind.
Isabella’s Story
Or we can use our mistakes and clean the air of its smoky waste. We have little time as humans, but our world has more.
Kaddy’s Story
My relatives … in Chengdu … used to dry their clothes from the outside air, but because of the smog and increasing humidity, they keep the windows closed as often as possible, and leave the clothes to hang indoors.
Aiden’s Story
I wonder where the birds had flown off to–if they’d been able to adapt to the changes. Do they feel any sadness for their previous stepping-ground? Sometimes I think to myself, if we had only listened hard enough and cared hard enough, maybe we too would understand their story.
Sarah’s Story
As the years ticked by, snow has made less and less frequent appearances. Maybe this is just a side effect of childhood nostalgia—the feeling that every weather event, holiday, and outing was just a bit more dramatic and exciting when I was younger—but part of me tells me it isn’t.
John’s Story
The first time I ever climbed that tree, I had two impressions. But the second one is the one that stands out the most in my mind. Trash.
Anne’s Story
It’s place in me will always exist and I hope that I will have places I can go to with it for years to come.
Priyanka’s Story
I’ve seen the hunger crisis, drought, floods, and gender inequality due to climate change.
Jacqueline’s Story
Some paths along the water, usually 10 or so feet from the shore, were being threatened by the encroaching waves.
Daniella’s Story
Mainly, the sounds of animals have diminished
Emma’s Story
Holding infant-me, my parents huddled on the kitchen floor in order to avoid the windows. Because of the raging hurricanes in the summer of 2004…
Emma’s Story
When I awoke on the morning of September 9, 2020. I was extremely confused. My bedroom was almost completely dark, which was, of course, very unusual…