Personal Narrative: Hurricane Katrina

It was a dark, stormy afternoon when I alone faced the greatest fear of my life. It was thundering outside, and the sky was draped in dark rolling thunderheads. The weather was forecasted to get worse with severe chances of a hurricane. I was on vacation with my family at Florida, and we were staying at a hotel in Miami.

Imagine just coming back from evacuation to your house looking great on the outside but when you walk in it is a horror. When hurricane Katrina was on her way here, my family and I evacuated to Chattanooga, Tennessee, which only took about a good eight hours, but with traffic it took about twelve. Once we were cleared to go home we came back, which thankfully only took about ten hours. I will be writing about how after Katrina my family and I had to stay in one house for about a week and a half.

I am located in Tallahassee a terrible hurricane recently passed thru when it did it knocked power out all over the city I was without power for over a week as well as cable so I was unable to complete assignmentsy phone was dead and on top of that a tree fell on my car so I was unable to charge my phone to get in contact with anybody.

Over a recent long weekend, I went to New Orleans, Louisiana with my best friend Sylvie. It was amazing to see what a different place New Orleans was, then the peaceful calm, Boulder Co. Day 1 In New Orleans we went to Cafe Du Monde, one of the most famous places to go while in New Orleans. On that day, I ate 6 beignets. After that we went back to where we were staying, an original part of the French Quarter, almost 300 years old. In the back of the house, we saw the slave quarters, an untouched piece of history.

So the story has to do with me my dad and some beignets in New Orleans also a drunk guy. Alright the story begin at the end of the school year last year. My parents to me and my sister took us on a two week vacation. Where we went from New Orleans for a four days, to Anna Maria for a day then to the Keys for three(more like 1 ¾ ish because of a storm) and then back up to Anna Maria for the rest of it. When we got to New Orleans it was late and we got to our hotel and slept.

When so many people were trying to escape from New Orleans, escape this place that tore their lives apart; I was doing all I could to get in; to get into this place that I believed could put all the pieces together for me.

Living in New Orleans for over 6 years the effects of health disparities lied at the heart of my community.

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

I was around seven or eight when Hurricane Katrina hit. I do not remember much about the event besides what the news said and what my family relayed to me. I had been living in Georgia for about a year or two when Hurricane Katrina had hit. Being so young I was not as knowledgable about the disaster until I was older. It was hard for me to be sympathetic because I was ignorant to what was truly going on. I remember my mom watching the news and telling my older brother and I to be more grateful for things but I never truly understood why. I remember lots of people moving to Georgia especially to my neighborhood. There was one family that I remember vividly. They lived in the same building as me, they had three boys, a girl, and a dog. They were

It was November of 55’, me and Lee were headed to the gas station while bumping some Elvis. Now November in New Orleans is hurricane season, so our mothers were on full alert. We pulled into the gas station, Lee’s uncle worked there, so we normally just got our stuff for free. I loaded up on Mars bars, and Lee just talked to his uncle. See me and Lee were off to go shooting, Lee was the sharpest shooter one could ever meet. Down in the old mountain side we would park and set up shop. Having recently rained, the path there was awfully muddy so we decided just to grab our stuff and walk. On our way up to our spot we ran into our good friend Rafael while he was jogging. Rafael had never gone shooting, so we invited him along. Rafael turned out to be not much of a shooter, he said, “I’ll just stick with Lee for my safety”. We left, gave Rafael a ride home, and called it a day.

I felt a chill run through my body as I stood outside my car and watched the hazy water continuously rush over the sea wall and into the street. I began to step back as the water crept closer to the car’s tires. The water carried debris from boats and homes; I saw a broken bike tire drift and eventually grasp onto a metal pole which had once been a fishing rod. The three big sail boat docks had broken free and now drifted out of the Pine Orchard Harbor and onto the Ruwe’s front lawn and behind the tennis courts; I was afraid that the abandoned paddle boards would do the same. The road was filled with about six feet of water; Ms. Molly was kayaking in the blockaded road. Mr. and Ms. Quinn had stumbled outside his stout home to see how much damage Hurricane Irene had really accomplished overnight. This was the first glimpse I had had at her destruction after spending two days in my powerless home. I heard my parents speaking to Mr. Quinn in hushed voices saying that we were in the eye of the storm. As the wind began to pick up, my mother ordered my family to return to the GMC. My stomach churned as the nausea rose inside of me. I climbed back into my car.

My mind is a hurricane, 170 miles per hour, It’s cold in there, All I feel is freezing showers, Thoughts of love, Thoughts of hate, Horrid things I procrastinate, Love became jaded, Thoughts of glee been faded, Heart on frostbite, From being unappreciated, I really hate it, But like Lil Uzi, That’s the way life goes, Oppression, From depression, Got my brain on froze, I’m down bad, I’m stuck at the crossroads, With no sense of direction, It’s been a long time since I felt love and affection, this bitter treatment is an overgrown infection,

I come from a big family with many loving aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents. As I was standing there all alone I thought back to the time when I got to spend a week with Fran. Almost a year ago to the date, most of the family was together for my other uncle's wedding. All the cousins sat at the same table and we had such a good time together. He was a busy person, he

Ten years ago on the Saturday before Hurricane Katrina, I was a five year who had just started a new school and was looking forward to my Saturday morning cartoons. When I woke up on that Saturday morning; however, I quickly found out that watching Saturday morning cartoons was not going to be on the agenda for the day. My parents were running around frantically trying to board our house and get everything from outside picked up. I later found out that we would be packing the car and my dad, mom, six month old baby sister and I would be traveling to Houston, Texas. Before leaving New Orleans for what we thought would be a weekend getaway, my mom searched and searched for a hotel room for us to go stay in. She finally made a reservation in Houston via

I woke up early morning and turned on the TV. I could not see anything