Personal Narrative: My Life After Hurricane Katrina

Hurricane Katrina made landfall on August 23rd, 2005. It was considered a category five hurricane and complete devastated the Gulf Coast of Mississippi, which is my home. At the time I was a merely five years old, but I remember the aftermath. The coming home to empty slabs where houses use to stand, neighbors who had disappeared or perished with the storm, and the constant fear of looting and criminal acts happening in the small devastated town of Waveland. All of this struck home in the heart of a young Landon Brady, and always has. At a very young age I was forced to adapt and strengthen my will, for my entire environment had turned upside down. Before the catastrophe of Hurricane Katrina I lived in a medium size home and went on with life as any five year old

Hurricanes are one of the most disastrous weather events that can occur here on earth. The results can be very powerful and impact everyone who encounters one but it is much harder when the event happens to you. On September 20, 2008, Hurricane Ike passed through Galveston and ripped one of the most important places to me.

Katrina had heard this entire speech before, courtesy of Nicole Ellis (and more recently Michael Rodriguez), and her mind automatically began to tune the doctor out. It was all too familiar, and she could almost hear the voice of her mother on the phone the night before. The warm chocolate of Katrina's eyes turned steely as Dr. Miller spoke, and she adjusted herself on the couch, picking her feet up and tucking them underneath to half-sit, half-lay on her side on the plush surface. "If I wasn't driven by my own passion, I wouldn't be sitting here right now. If I didn't care, I probably wouldn't even have come." Her voice was still the same neutral tone that

“Uh ohh,” my mom said,”It looks like the storm will hit us directly. We’ll have to go to our safe place.” Hurricane Irma (2017) would hit my city hard. It would cause damage to buildings and would cause businesses to be closed. This created worry to me and my community. A hurricane that is coming calls for evacuation, and that calls for preparation.

We are storm veterans. Hurricanes come along every late summer and fall in New Orleans. It is part of life in the Gulf Coast. You make sure you always have emergency supplies handy. You have a storm shelter, or a plan to get together with friends and family someplace safe. Hurricanes are just a thing we deal with around here.

I was born on July 24, 2003 in Stuart, FL. I’ve lived in the same house in Palm

We all in school we learning about William Shakespeare, I said yuck Romeo and Joliet, Then went like EHHHHHHH UGHH UGHH don’t want to hear a rhyming for love plus don’t want to see Zac Efron then I feel asleep, and I dreamt of something, then I woke up cause someone rushed into the room and said “Mrs. Smith come here u got to look at this “but Ms. Smith wasn’t the only teacher was called up. Teachers was called up too they told the students to stay in their classrooms. I said “ohhh come on” then I went to sleep, then the bell rung I was like “bruhhh” I said that’s all on the way back to class my stomach was growling so Mr. Smith was ordering pizza but the bell rung so we went home but me, Vic, Gilmer, Xavier was

I lived in Ohio ever since I was 12 years old. I loved Ohio so much the snow, the food, the sports and I had a lot of family up there. One day when I was 6 years old my dad said “were never moving from Ohio”. Instantly in a flash we moved from Ohio. It felt like the world was ending for me, because I didn’t know anything better but Ohio.

I was born in Phoenix, Arizona at 7:30 in the morning on September 4, 2002. I was going to be named Asia, but my dad was like, “Why would someone be named after a continent.” I was supposed to be born on september 5 to. I would be twins with Aja Sheppard same birthday and name. She was born a year later though.

My experience with the storm isn't very tragic like those in New Orleans . I was around the age of seven with the storm hit . I didn't really know what was going on. I just remember being in the store shopping because my mother said a storm was coming . All that was on my mind was that i so happy that school was cancelled after a few weeks of starting. I mean second grade wasn't all that to me . At the time my mom was working over night in New Orleans . She was called in the night before the storm hit. The day of the storm my grandma , two brothers and I stayed at my uncles house . Good thing his kids were thing because I

I asked dad if he was worried about this hurricane. He just mumbled back that we need to keep an eye on it then he said we would be fine. As I brought my dirty dishes to mama dad came in and put his arms on mamas waist. They were talking, most likely about how much they love each but I didn't really care I was just worried about this hurricane. I then went outside with TayTay and of course it was really windy but we began talking about something I never thought I would talk about,family. TayTay explained how her and her dad got into a huge argument then of course I pitched in and asked what they were fighting about. She basically said that he just yells and screams at her. TayTay then went on about how his breath smelled and what kind of things

June 16th 1964, that’s the day my father was born… March 2nd 2010, that’s the day my father passed. My dad Elan Prystowsky, was the most hard working, caring, funny, awesome person in any way shape or form. Most people take death as a very sad time and as a very serious time. Well, when my father passed I was only ten and my sister was only seven, we didn’t know what cancer was, we didn’t know why he came home once a week and we didn’t know why his head was all of the sudden bald from “treatment”. For a ten year old this is a lot to process, a lot to understand, and most certainly a lot to cope with. Growing up without a father figure in the house has always been tough but everyone has to find a way to manage and a way to adapt to new things.

          I lived in Carlisle, Iowa for eight years. Carlisle was a mix of everything- a rural and suburban atmosphere all at once. I would always adventure with my friends to the woods of town and back with an unsurpassed feeling of unfamiliarity and independence. In all aspects, Carlisle epitomized friendliness and a strong sense of community. I was in a safe little bubble where everything and everyone was familiar to me, making me a very easy-going, laid-back person. That sense of small town hospitality is something I was surrounded by and plan to pass that onto my children.

When I turned two, I moved from Silverdale, Washington to Portland, Oregon. I loved going to the park there to ride on the back of my parents bikes, I had so much fun there and I consider that is where I discovered my love of rain. The amount of rain people get in Portland is insane. It rains about every day and I loved how the drops fell on my face. I loved the puddles it produced. I was citizen of Portland for one year. My family and I thought Portland was stunning, but we were not close to family, who we missed greatly.

Aurora, Illinois, a suburb near Chicago with many hills, big and small, and many lakes, rivers, and ponds. The townhouse I lived in was quite noisy at times, thanks to mom and dad. Aside from all the parental chaos, home was home, purple chicken noodle soup and bike rides were what I looked forward to. I loved the landscape and how much of it there was, the sky was always so colorful, the fireflies lit up the city parks making the city seem magical in a way. Aurora was a city that was all about unity, everyone came together for events, clubs, and during tragedies. You would always see a group of people running the hills in matching shirts or a whole neighborhood celebrating someone's birthday.