My home has been destroyed and I was forced to leave the area by local mandate.
Last Friday, one week ago, I was in uptown New Orleans registering for my college, Loyola of New Orleans. On Saturday I was told there was a slight possibility that New Orleans could be hit dead-on (slight, but dead-on
hmmm). My school in reaction to this canceled the first two days of classes and told us to leave. Of course being a stupid freshman, and from the north, I decided not to get out on the first flight (i live 1000 miles a way, literally). So Saturday was the party day from hell as those who stayed, around 150 students, tried to do something as everything closed. Than on Sunday we were woken up and told to leave, NOW. Of course they told us that we would be back in one week. Of course had the leeves not failed that may have been the case. We were evact to Baton Rouge (around an hour drive normally), so it took us 9 hours. We were lucky. I got picked up around tuesday by my family who drove all the way down because the airports were too shaky to trust. After driving straight I just got back to upper Ohio Today.My school is canceled untill further notice but a minimum of four weeks. Still it could even be longer, so I am in trouble.
My school, for those who don't know( which should be the majority) Loyola is right on St. Charles street along the road from the French Quarters. Its not flooded but looters could become a real concern.
Thats my quick story of how my freshman year at college has turned into a Highschooler's dream, and my nightmare, of course what I went through is nothing compared to what happened to those who are still stuck down there. And I am glad to see none of the stupid optimism that surrounds my town in Ohio that beleives this will be over soon, it will get worse untill thoses leeves and stormwalls are taken care of and hundreds will die before that happens.
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Ah...the French Quarters. You're very fortunate your school is located on some of New Orleans highest grounds.
