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Personal Narrative: A Place In New Orleans

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As I boarded the plane to visit the last school on my college trip, I was tired. I had spent a week bouncing from motel to motel with my exhausted parents, and I didn’t think I’d find any more colleges that interested me. I thought that I’d seen it all. But seeing New Orleans on my way to campus revitalized me. The small side streets, filled with voodoo stores and cafes selling beignets, made me feel like I had landed on another planet. In the French Quarter, Hotel Monteleone boasted residence to some of the most amazing authors that I grew up admiring. It made sense to me why so many festivals take place in New Orleans; it has a dark charm to it. Already, I knew that a university in such a unique place would have to be unique, too. And

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