Personal Narrative: Hurricane Recovery
Hurricane Repair There have been many moments in my life that have made an impact on myself or others, but one that I will always remember is my People to People trip to Tulane University in New Orleans. This week allowed me to come out of my shell, grow as a person, and help hundreds of people who suffered after hurricane Katrina. Along with my growth as a person and help towards others, I had the opportunity to learn about the culture of New Orleans while touring the beautiful city. My trip to New Orleans was a long one. The car ride there was filled with my anxiously waiting to meet the group of peers that I would be with for the next week. I was excited to see the marshy swamps that held lurking alligators, but most of all I was terrified for the moment that my parents would leave me alone with hundreds of complete strangers for a whole week. The car ride that
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One second the rain would be pouring down with such force that you could not see a foot in front of you, and the roads were flooded up to your knees, and the next it was sunny and sticky. The humidity was so high that you constantly felt damp, and your hair frizzed the second you walked outside, but nonetheless it was a beautiful place to see. I walked in the door to stacks of suitcases and tons of kids just like me playing games and getting to know each other. They handed me my lanyard, key, and name tag, and it was time to say goodbye to my parents until the week was over. I was no longer excited , but now apprehensive and wondering if it was too late to back out. I knew it was, and finally said goodbye retreating to my assigned table. There were only two other kids sitting at my table when I arrived but they already seemed to be best friends. By the end of the night I was exhausted, but reeling with excitement for the adventures I would have with my new friends. I texted my mom to say goodnight, and set my alarm for five the next
One second the rain would be pouring down with such force that you could not see a foot in front of you, and the roads were flooded up to your knees, and the next it was sunny and sticky. The humidity was so high that you constantly felt damp, and your hair frizzed the second you walked outside, but nonetheless it was a beautiful place to see. I walked in the door to stacks of suitcases and tons of kids just like me playing games and getting to know each other. They handed me my lanyard, key, and name tag, and it was time to say goodbye to my parents until the week was over. I was no longer excited , but now apprehensive and wondering if it was too late to back out. I knew it was, and finally said goodbye retreating to my assigned table. There were only two other kids sitting at my table when I arrived but they already seemed to be best friends. By the end of the night I was exhausted, but reeling with excitement for the adventures I would have with my new friends. I texted my mom to say goodnight, and set my alarm for five the next