New Orleans- Alternative Spring Break 2010

I wrote this for my school newspaper about my experience in New Orleans...more to come later

On the last evening of the 2010 Alternative Spring Break trip to New Orleans, a group of students boarded the St. Charles Avenue street car to head back to their hostel. It was about 3 a.m. and when the car began rolling, a man decided to play some tunes on his acoustic guitar. He started playing the “Banana Boat Song,” first just the musical notes, then came the singing, then came the entire street joining him in unison. This diverse group of crooners included the old, young, drunk, tired, tourists, locals, white, black, and everything in between. As the old, rickety, wooden trolley made its way down the street, I couldn’t help but think of how incredibly resilient, heart warming, welcoming, beautiful, yet tragic this city is.


That last day began with a tour of the Ninth Ward and the Lower Ninth Ward, where much of the damage of Hurricane Katrina was sustained, and can still, five years later be seen, felt, smelled, and heard. In two cabs, we rode through the bumpy streets, looking at the vast destruction, listening to nothing but the movement of the car.

Many of us have seen the pictures and videos of what the city of New Orleans experienced during Katrina, but there is absolutely nothing that can prepare someone for viewing the damage up close.

There are people who still live in this area, but it is clear that progress has been excruciatingly slow. One house has what looks like new siding and looks sturdy, while the house right next door is crumbling, gutted out and boarded up, still bearing the mark of those who searched the house after the hurricane. As we drove further into the Ninth Ward, I could not help but wonder, where did all these people go? What happened to all of their belongings? Not the couches, chairs or lamps, but the family pictures, the homemade crafts, and the little details that used to make that deteriorating house, a home.

We made a couple of stops along the way. The first was the House of Dance and Feathers owned and directed by Ronald W. Lewis. From the outside, the house looked like a tiny shack, with a metal, slouching roof. The yard smelled like fresh cut grass in the summer. Lewis led us up the makeshift wooden ramp as he begins telling us his story. He began his collection before Katrina, but everything he had was lost. Yet, this doesn’t appear to have hindered this man’s spirit in the slightest. His small, but colorful and insightful museum is a cultural education center filled with costume items from Mardi Gras, small figurines of jazz singers, signs, masks, photographs, and front pages from area newspapers, which reported the devastation of Katrina. He was eager to explain to us what the items we were looking at, and it seemed to make his day that we visited and he was even more excited to take a group picture with all of us, asking us to e-mail it to him.

We continued on to the next stop of the day, which was what used to be part of the levee. We got out of the car and walked up to a rusted red wall of metal, surrounded by a pile rocks…this is what remains of that levee. On the other side is a swampy, flooded area, where houses and trees once stood. Stumps and branches of trees can still be seen jutting up through the water, but evidence of housing is impossible to see.

Our guide took us through the area where Brad Pitt’s organization, Make It Right is still in the process of building environmentally sound and hurricane safe houses. Some houses are already in use. Habitat for Humanity’s Musician’s Village was filled with colorfully lined streets of newly built homes. I spotted a group of people working on a house in the distance. This, combined with the ongoing construction by Make It Right is tangible evidence that the rebuilding of this lively, culturally rich city is still going on and can still use support.

As run down and abandoned as the Ninth Ward appeared, the Lower Ninth Ward looks like a vast, grassy and overgrown field. The occasional house is seen in disrepair. Mostly, though, what remains is little more than the staircase leading up to the missing front door, and some piles of bricks that used to serve as a foundation for someone’s home.

As we went over the bridge at the end of our tour, we rose over the levee, which looks spackled, and hardly larger than a retaining wall on a highway. We inquired of the driver, why organizations like Brad Pitt’s can’t help rebuild the levee system of the city, but it is under the care of the federal government.

Our driver though, said something that stuck with me. He explained that if private organizations like Habitat and Make It Right were allowed to fix the levee, “it would have been fixed a long time ago.”

This is a man saw the water rise up to the roofs of houses and showed us where people camped out on the bridge, with no where to go. As he continued to explain where the levee broke, where people camped out, how high the water rose, I couldn’t help but notice the frustration in his voice, to see the city he so loves and obviously cares greatly about, still being ignored, with people still suffering.

Thesis is DONE and Headed to New Orleans!!

So, my senior thesis is finally complete. 46 pages written, 19 sources used, many more read, and countless hours of work later. I can't believe it is done! Such a good feeling to hand it over to your professor, and know that you are free from the bind of secondary cources, theorists and in text citations! I never want to analyze another quote ever again!!!

Now, SPRING BREAK!! I have never actually gone anywhere for spring break since I have been in college, no time like the present:) I am going to New Orleans with a program called Alternative Spring Break, we will be working with soup kitchens and Covenant House while down there. I have been a bit nervous about going, but I am also excited because it is so different and new to me. I have no idea what to expect, but that is the best part of traveling. You know you are going, but you are not completley sure about will happen or what it will be like. I think I am more nervous about leaving home, than going somewhere foreign. I've been to Italy and Ireland and I have seen so many amazing, ancient, elaborate monuments, but this will something totally different.

THe weather is going to be in the 60s, so I cannot wait to thaw out a bit and be warm for a few days :)

Still trying to decide of I like her or not

I heard Kelly Cutrone on Z100 this morning, and I am still trying to figure out if she is totally awesome, or totally rediculous, or maybe both. All I know is that I would never, ever want to work with her. Rather than go outside to cry, I would probably have to go outside to throw up, or crap my pants. Yet, I may still go get her book. I feel like its a perfect read for anyone, like me, who is having random spaz attacks about what is going to happen in 3 months, wondering "What the EFF am I going to be doing for the rest of my life" (I did not include any question mark or exclamation points on purpose, you decide which to use, because I am undecided)

http://www.slate.com/id/2245425/

Huge sigh of relief, looking foward to New Orleans

I cannot believe it. I finally finished my Senior Honors Thesis!!! 44 pages, 19 sources and endless hours later. I have to meet with my advisor on Monday with my final version, make sure everything is okay, then Thursday is the final deadline. I have been working on this thing since last summer, so it is crazy that I actually pulled it off and got it done! I have never written so much in my life. Not so sure I will ever do anything like that again, EVER.

I had a Blue Moon to celebrate. (Don't worry, more elaborate celebrations will follow when there isn't a foot of snow on the ground.

On another note, I e-mailed in my cover letter and resume to Penguin for a summer internship! It is fate that I end up working at Penguin. My grandfather worked in the same exact building in Manhattan for most of his career. He made the same commute, walked the same streets. Hopefully I won't have to wait too long to hear news about that. My grad school applications are also almost finished. I only have one more to send in!

I leave for New Orleans next Saturday! I am going for Spring break. It is an Alternative Spring Break where we go to volunteer in the city. We will be doing different community service projects during the day and will have the nights free. I am so excited to see a new place, and possibly thaw out from this rediculous winter we are having :/ It is supposed to be in the 60s when I get there... not the warmest, but it will do just fine!

Katz and Candy feature

Here is a link to my latest story for my Feature Writing class.

http://wagnerfeatures.wordpress.com/2010/02/16/120/

So far, so good

So far, it seems that Tuesdays and Thursdays are going to be my favorite days of the week. In the a,m., I have a literature class called "Growin up in Dixie," and it is about exactly what it says...growing up in the South, and American literature stemming from Southern authors. My professor is a new, just out of school dude from Wisconsin...laid back, easy going attitude. Then, in the afternoon ....Ceramics. Yes, I get to play with clay twice a week and act like a little kid with Play-Doh being taught how to make bowls from a man who seems more like a grandpa then a college professor.

My other lit class is Modern English and Irish Literature. The reading list seems like it is going to be really enjoyable, but this particular class is going to be a bit more work than the others, but that's okay. Still not as much reading and writing as I had to do last semester so far, so its all good. I am also taking a feature writing class. This will be my.. 6th (?) Journalism class. I am still a little skeptical as to how this one will turn out, but we shall wait and see.

Then there is my Senior Honors Thesis.

I am writing about the family dynamics/ culture/ life in Indian families. I am using Arundhati Roy's The God of Small Things and Jhumpa Lahiri's Unaccustomed Earth. Originally, I also planned to use Midnight's Children by Rushdie, but I decided to eliminate it because I just wasn't as enthused by it, than the other two. I need to have some kind of draft in a couple of weeks. It is interesting to be invested in this one project for so long. Normally, for a term paper, you labor over it for days, then you hand it in and forget about it, you can't even stand to look at it anymore. But with this, it is months of work, and you actually have the freedom to go in any direction for as many or as little pages as you want, or don't want. It is different but challenging and fun to have the ability to just completley delve into a book and totally rip it up, give your own analysis, then put it back together...and all with your own words, thoughts and conclusions. More about that later...

I know, I am a bit of a nerd. I can't help it :)

My life at the moment

Today, my last semester of college began, and I felt as if I was in a fuzzy dream the entire day. The kind that when you wake up, you are dazed and confused. But I have to face the facts, that today actually happened, and that May 21st is actually coming, and way too fast.

I am an English major with a minor in Journalism, and you would think, at this point in my educational career, that I would be able to read a book in my sleep, write a paper in an hour while watching TLC and eating some Special Dark hershey's chocolate, and let the stresses of class just roll off my back. Nope.

Last night I had a midnight freak out about my life. It happens every semester, every year. You get a break and eventually have go back, but that night before never gets any easier. It is like when you were little, and getting ready for the first day of the new school year. The mixture is a blend of nervousness and excitement. I've realized that those emotions remain exactly the same. The only difference? Instead of new classmates, seeing old friends, etc., we worry about..Am i going to finish this thesis on time? How am I going to get all that reading done? How on earth am I going to survive??

I am currently applying to grad schools in New York City, but am also searching for internship opportunities for the summer. Taking it one step at a time, not sure where I will end up. Job? Two more years of acadamia? Who knows. I can't wait to find out...but then again, I can. I want to soak up this last bit of college life, enjoy the time I have to be care free (sort of) and take whatever comes my way. Readyyy...Break!