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By Sara, Age 18

Day one: nonchalant, day two: excited for change, day three: scared and confused, day four: complacent, optimistic, and intrigued as Hurricane Katrina bombarded my city.

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By Katie L., Age 17

I could barely see the boy for the deafening dim that echoed in the recently re-modeled gym. Toying with the red band the woman had snapped around my wrist, I did my best to keep my eyes on this stranger, ignoring everything else that had happened in the past few days. He seemed to be around my age, but without my contacts in I couldn’t be too sure. The boy was lying on his stomach on his cot, his head dropping over the end of the mattress his feet should’ve been on. Another boy – his brother, maybe – kneeled on the floor beside him; they were talking.

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By Anna L.

Hi, my name is Anna L. I would like to tell you my story of how I survived Hurricane Katrina and how I overcame my worst fears. It was a regular day in New Orleans, when I heard about Hurricane Katrina. The night before, I spent the night at my best friend’s house and we were planning to go to Six Flags the next day. We woke up and started talking about the rides and how much fun we were going to have when Ivy’s mom came into the room and announced we wouldn’t be going.

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By Ethan G.

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The gamblers walked out of Harrah's Casino with cash stuffed in their pockets. Drunks sat on benches down by the riverside hollering and singing elatedly. The French Quarter was chock-a-block as usual. Tulane students sat on their porches on St. Charles chugging beers and playing music while preparing to go to bars and parties. It was just a habitual but wild weekend in August of Nawlins.

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By Noor A., Age 18

It was that time of year again: evacuate for a hurricane knowing that you would still come home to a perfect life…I wish. Every year when it is time to evacuate, no one in my family took it seriously. This was the case for Hurricane Katrina. I remember my mother sitting in our living room saying, "Oh we’ll be fine, it’s just another hurricane." I also, was in denial about the hurricane. Friday night was a regular night. I went to a football game and to get coffee with my friends.

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By Madison R.

Hi, I’m Madison R. I live in New Orleans. It was just a normal day at Ursuline. Everyone was happy. But when I got home, everything changed. My mom said that Hurricane Katrina was coming here and we needed to leave. So the next day, my mom, sister, grandma, and dog Charlie and I left for Baton Rouge. My dad came later. But when we got to Baton Rouge, Katrina grew to a category 5 hurricane and was headed for New Orleans.

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