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Thursday, September 25, 2008
My First Weekend Home
When my parents came to Dallas for family weekend my mom told me that she thought I should come home soon. She said it seemed like I missed my old friends a lot, and I hadn’t even realized it. I talked about my old friends so much. So when my parents were leaving she said “Just let me know whenever you want to come home.” I hadn’t really thought about going home anytime soon, but later in the week I kept getting phone calls from all my friends back home saying how much they missed me and wanted me to come visit.
I came to the conclusion to ask my mom if I could come home this weekend. She did not seem surprised at all by my question, she knew it was coming. She gladly arranged my flight for me and sent me the boarding pass to print out. I am so excited to be going home and I never realized how much I missed my friends until my mom hinted to me that I was always talking about them. My best friend from high school is picking me up at the airport and we are going out to dinner to talk about our college experiences. I can’t wait to hear all about what she’s done, and I know she feels the same way. Yeah, we talk on the phone at least twice a week so I know somewhat of what’s going on with her life, but discussing things in person is much better.
After we go to dinner we are heading to her apartment to get together with all of our old friends and just hang out there for the night. On Saturday I am going to the LSU football game. This is going to be the peak of my weekend. LSU games are always a memorable experience. The fans are so wild and the games are the exact same. It is unheard of the just tailgate for an LSU game. It shocked me when I came here to see how many people don’t go to the football games.
After my long day on Saturday I will most likely go to bed early to get rest for my early flight on Sunday to head back to Dallas. This is going to be my first time home since school began and I am ecstatic about seeing all of my friends. I hope to stay in touch with m best friends from high school throughout my entire life. Everyone needs a long-lasting relationship in their life; it shows you who your real friends are.
I came to the conclusion to ask my mom if I could come home this weekend. She did not seem surprised at all by my question, she knew it was coming. She gladly arranged my flight for me and sent me the boarding pass to print out. I am so excited to be going home and I never realized how much I missed my friends until my mom hinted to me that I was always talking about them. My best friend from high school is picking me up at the airport and we are going out to dinner to talk about our college experiences. I can’t wait to hear all about what she’s done, and I know she feels the same way. Yeah, we talk on the phone at least twice a week so I know somewhat of what’s going on with her life, but discussing things in person is much better.
After we go to dinner we are heading to her apartment to get together with all of our old friends and just hang out there for the night. On Saturday I am going to the LSU football game. This is going to be the peak of my weekend. LSU games are always a memorable experience. The fans are so wild and the games are the exact same. It is unheard of the just tailgate for an LSU game. It shocked me when I came here to see how many people don’t go to the football games.
After my long day on Saturday I will most likely go to bed early to get rest for my early flight on Sunday to head back to Dallas. This is going to be my first time home since school began and I am ecstatic about seeing all of my friends. I hope to stay in touch with m best friends from high school throughout my entire life. Everyone needs a long-lasting relationship in their life; it shows you who your real friends are.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Will My Home Still Be There?
Considering that I live only 20 miles from the city of New Orleans and off of a branch of the Mississippi River, I know what it’s like to come home to a place that looks completely different than the way you left it. Though my father and I did remain at our home during hurricane Katrina, it was still a shock to look outside after the storm had passed and not be able to even begin counting the number of trees that had fallen in our yard. Every power line in my neighborhood had fallen. There was no hope for electricity for at least 2 weeks. My mother and sister evacuated to Colorado with my grandparents while my father and I chose to stay home. We had no clue what we were in for.
We lived in my house for 2 weeks with no power and no way to get out unless we wanted to swim through the highly polluted waters. Luckily my house was raised high enough off the ground that no water had raised into the house. Military boats drove right up to our front porch to bring us MRE’s and water. After the water went down, all the people in my neighborhood made their way out to what we thought was the street. There was no way out. Every man who had a chain saw began sawing away at the tress that were blocking the street, after 3 hours the men only managed to clear out 1 block. But they kept going; they would do whatever it took to get out. They stayed up all night and the next day met paths with the city workmen. Then finally work was begun on the power lines. This seemed like a never ending process, but everyone’s power came back day by day.
When I learned that there was another hurricane headed for New Orleans, I panicked. No one was at my house. My parents had gone out of town for the Labor Day holiday and my sister was in Baton Rouge. I did not know what to expect. But once I learned that Gustav was being handled with much more organization than Katrina, my nerves settled somewhat. My parents had no way of getting home and my sister was already half way to Tennessee. Who was going to watch our house? All the cell phone lines were busy but finally my dad got in touch with a neighbor who agreed to keep watch over our home as best as he could. As of right now, my house is fine. We had 2 trees down in the front yard and the river rose up to about 4 feet under my house. I have prayed everyday for that and I thank God that my home is ok.
We lived in my house for 2 weeks with no power and no way to get out unless we wanted to swim through the highly polluted waters. Luckily my house was raised high enough off the ground that no water had raised into the house. Military boats drove right up to our front porch to bring us MRE’s and water. After the water went down, all the people in my neighborhood made their way out to what we thought was the street. There was no way out. Every man who had a chain saw began sawing away at the tress that were blocking the street, after 3 hours the men only managed to clear out 1 block. But they kept going; they would do whatever it took to get out. They stayed up all night and the next day met paths with the city workmen. Then finally work was begun on the power lines. This seemed like a never ending process, but everyone’s power came back day by day.
When I learned that there was another hurricane headed for New Orleans, I panicked. No one was at my house. My parents had gone out of town for the Labor Day holiday and my sister was in Baton Rouge. I did not know what to expect. But once I learned that Gustav was being handled with much more organization than Katrina, my nerves settled somewhat. My parents had no way of getting home and my sister was already half way to Tennessee. Who was going to watch our house? All the cell phone lines were busy but finally my dad got in touch with a neighbor who agreed to keep watch over our home as best as he could. As of right now, my house is fine. We had 2 trees down in the front yard and the river rose up to about 4 feet under my house. I have prayed everyday for that and I thank God that my home is ok.
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