My Life In New Orleans-Personal Narrative

The Unbearable lightness of choosing “Because you are in control of your life. Don't ever forget that. You are what you are because of the conscious and subconscious choices you have made.” -Barbara Hall, A Summons to New Orleans, 2000 I personally agree with the writer Jon Spayde on all the aspects he has mentioned in this paper. The writer has discoursed various facets regarding the importance of alternatives in one’s life. But, a very significant point mentioned in this article is, that when a certain individual is in a position to make his own choices or take his own decisions he must keep in mind that he alone will not be the one to face the consequences, but many people will be a part of his decisions. So one must give a serious thought when making a choice, which may have an impact not just on one life but, on the lives of many others. Mr. Spayde points out the fact, that having a choice is the luxury of the privileged class. The unprivileged class cannot afford the luxury of choice. Now the situation is not that bad but we all know that they have limited choices and this lack of choice causes a problem for them in certain situations. According to my own experience, though the lack of choices may cause hurdles at times, still, there deficiency is sometimes ‘a blessing in disguise’. When a person is confined to a certain number of options he has no other way out, but to choose amongst them. This might be the making of an individual. Like we consider an example of a

Have you ever been to Atlanta,Georgia before?The time i went to Atlanta,Georgia was month I have ever had. I got to hangout with my cousins,family,and friends. We had so much fun with them because we did something so much fun.We went to Atlanta,Georgia to go visit people.

So it goes kinda like this: The day before I left for Pensacola, I was told "Have an open mind, you don't know who you are going to meet down there", so I went in like I would any other social situation, and just try to keep to myself until I have felt out and become comfortable with the situation. The original plan was to not get close to anyone, especially since it was gonna be a week long thing then we would be done, and we'd all go home and eventually forget about each other, but things went differently. They started off the way I planned, then I got to know you, and I made the mistake of getting attached because quite frankly, you had topped out everyone I'd previously met and I tried to hold out hope that maybe something could work in

At some point of our lives, we have all felt that feeling of what to do next, and mine would have to be the time I had to move from different cities. I was born and raised in McAllen, Texas. Throughout the years I was able to create and cherish many memories. Everyone around the neighborhood knew me as the shy, sweet, and kind Emily. My life was made in the valley until I got the announcement from my parents that we were moving to a new city named “Laredo.” At that moment my world had paused, so many questions were running through my head. What am I going to do? Where will I live? , and how will I adapt to this new town? So many mixed emotions were created, but I tried to hide them.

The mighty winds whistled through, the glass panes shook, and all of a sudden a tree branch fell near my window. Was this a dream or a reality, I do not know. Rubbing my eyes, I got off the bed and moved towards the kitchen. I looked outside and my backyard was like a war zone. The trash cans were flipped over, tree branches and lots of leaf had fallen in the yard. I did not dare to step outside. Yes, I was NOT dreaming, the Hurricane Gustav had really struck Baton Rouge. This happened in 2008, but I can vividly remember how scared how was, and the destruction the storm had caused. with mighty winds and torrential downpour struck Baton Rouge in 2008.

Born and raised in Marion, Iowa and into an evangelical church, my parents “Baby Dedicated” my life to christ. At age 5 my family moved to New Covenant Bible Church. When I was young I didn't think much of church, it was just something you did and was merely going through the motions. But when I hit middle school my parents made me go to church every Wednesday and Sunday. Key phrase, made me. At this point in my life I didn't like church, at all. As I grew older, I wanted to be at church less and less. And I dreaded going every time Sunday morning rolled around. I had the mindset that the world had more to offer me than Christ did. And so I made excuses and put up fights and soon I rarely went to church. My family went but I stayed

Ever since I was able to write, I documented my everyday encounters. My journal expanded alongside my writing skills. However it was until college that my true passion for storytelling unfolded. My freshman year, I declared my major in journalism. I craved getting out of the college bubble and actually going into the community. Listening to stories about people within the community excited me, and I thrived off being able to rely this new information back to the public, especially people within the college bubble. This past year I was able to publish some stories about volleyball and softball games in Ole Miss’s newspaper, The Daily Mississippian. Currently I am a member of the Native American Journalist Association, working on a project about

During my trip to Louisiana this weekend, I made plans to meet two of my friends at one of our favorite restaurants. The racial composition of the group was two black individuals and one white individual. We were having lunch and catching up when a white woman who was sitting nearby with her two children came over to ask if my white friend could watch her children while she went to the restroom. She never made eye contact with me or my other black friend and the question seemed solely directed to the white individual of the group.

New Orleans is a major United States port and the largest city and metropolitan area in the state of Louisiana. The population of the city was 343,829 in the 2010 U.S. Census. New Orleans was part of the Louisiana Purchase in 1803. It has been hit by Hurricane Katrina, and survived the worst of it all. They have had a gigantic parade called MARDI GRAS every year.

On the other hand, I didn't have a problem making friends. In matter of fact, my mother used to get concerned when I bring more than five friends over to the house. My buddies and I used to have a good time every single day until Hurricane Katrina came. Hurricane Katrina has change my life in a flash, I lost all my friends because I didn't have any way to communicate with them. Social media didn't exist and I was too young for a cellphone. I forgot about my friends and my friends forgot about me but I still miss those people today. I realize the true definition of a hurricane, clothes destroyed, family photos soaked, and furniture destroyed and stolen. We had to shop at goodwill and thrift store just to replenish our closets of clothes. My

Why Tulane? There are plenty of obvious reasons for wanting to go to Tulane. For one thing it’s in New Orleans, and who doesn’t love New Orleans? I live on the North Shore. I could come home every, single weekend and I would never miss a holiday with my family. Groceries and laundry wouldn’t be a problem.

It was 5:00 AM me and my brother was at our grandparents house. Suddenly we woke up to hard heavy rain pounding the window like rocks were being thrown at it. We got up and went into the living room and sat down. My grandparents just informed us that Hurricane Katrina had just made landfall. What we didn’t know is that we were all about to be changed forever. I still see myself sitting on that couch and listening to the wind whistle outside but not being able to see anything outside because it was so dark.

On August 27, 2005 it was my dad’s birthday and all he wanted for his birthday was to leave for hurricane Katrina but my mother was persistent on staying for the hurricane because she had a nursing service and she couldn’t leave her patient and she thought the hurricane wasn’t going to be so devastating but of course she was wrong. My dad was always paranoid about natural disaster show he watch the news all day. About midnight my dad had awakens my mom and gave her ultimatum we either ride it out or we go that Sunday morning. Of course my mother was sassy and told him off for waking her up in the middle of the night but she came to her senses and decided to leave. Flash-forward eight hours and I am waking up from my sleep. As soon as I awaken

On one evening, a man drove up in an armoured car, and had experienced something that had happened before, but not in a long time. He was used to gunshots at night, but hadn’t usually been there to witness a death. This man was tall, and thin. He had eyes as blue as the sky. He had a wife, and three kids, and his life had been as good as it can be. His life was always interesting, when he knew the sniper had been out. There was always a story to tell, and he had many encounters with him. The man had usually been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

A. Our trip to New Orleans was a long trip. First when we woke up we packed our suit cases, which were in theliving room, into the car. Then we made sure that he hadeverything then we left. We stopped at a gas station and we got sodas for the road. Later, some of us had to go tothe bathroom so we took a little stop and we took pictures at a giant chicken statue. When it was getting dark we went to Mc Donalds for dinner and then it started raining cats and dogs. In the car we watched a movie the pass the time and we saw that we were passing the Mississipi River then we knew we we in New Orleans. B. A living room consists of many things. When you first walk in and you look to your left, you will see a couch (or sofa) and if you look to your