My favorite Mardi Gras Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

My favorite Mardi Gras experience was probably when i was a maid in the Zulu club for my senior year in high school. I was very nervous at first. We had many events to par take in. There were luncheons balls and everything to attend. Afte r many months of practicin, it was time for the ball. I was so excited. That was probably the best time of my lifee. Dougie fresh was performing and everyone had an awesome time. Many people who were from out of town were amzaed with out outfits. Everyone wanted to take pictures. Three days later it was Mardi Gras Day. I rode in the biggest parade of the day. I had so much fun. I would do it all over again if i could. Just the exciment and everything was amazing. That was by far the best experience i ever had.

Why did i choose Xavier? Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

Why did i choose xavier? Honestly it wasen’t my choice. I did not want to stay in New Orleans at all. Like every senior in high school, i wanted to get away. I didnt feel like i was able to get the college experience at Xavier. My dad works here. He is one of the head engineers as Xavier. Because he works here, i get to attend Xavier for free. I knew i didnt want to pay student loans so i decided to go to xavier. Although it was in state, it was still a good school. Once i got here i realized that this where i wanted to be. The atmosphere and all of the new friends that i made, made me happy that i chose to follow my parents and attend Xavier. I probabaly made some life long friends. It is a very new experience. I am also glad i atteneded an HBCU. Xavier is where i belong.

My experience at the cemetery Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

My experience at the cemetary was very interesting. I honestly did not want to do it. Just the thought of being at a cemetary in the morning on a Saturday was just something I did not want to do. I didn’t know what I could possibly do for eight hours. Although it was a long day, I learned a lot. I did not know the the cemetaries were in such horrible conditions. It almost made me sad to think that people’s loved ones are actually burried in a rundown cemetary. It made me want to help and clean up after seeing them. I thought it was a great and different service project. I was expecting to clean the cemetary, but it was fun to work in groups and try to “solve the puzzle”.

What can you learn about a society from its cemetaries? Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

There is a lot you can learn about a society from its cemetaries. When we went to the St. Louis Cemetaries off of North Clairborne, the conditions of the cemetary were incredible. Many tombs’ writing were faded and some of them had no writing at all. They also had tombs that were empty and some were cracked. The tourist who gave us a tour at the end of our project explained to us that some homeless people live in the empty tombs. It just shows that our society needs to have more shelters and we need to rebuild our cemetaries. The cemetaries are not in good shape at all. By going to the cemetary I see that the community is not wealthy and no one takes care of the rural areas. If you pass infront of the cemetaries buy old metarie, you would never think it was a cemetary the way they look. It needs to be like that throughout our city.

Thank you letter to teacher Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

Dear Dr. Homan,

            Thank you for teaching us for our second semester of freshman seminar. I really did enjoy your class. It was nice talking about other things besides just regular math or english. I also enjoyed hearing my classmates talk and having something different to talk about every class. You are very funny teacher! I liked class because it was very chill and relaxing. Thank you again for being an awesome teacher. I would love to have another one of your classes!

What happens to people when they die? Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

 

What happens to people when they die? That is a tough question. No one really knows the answer to this question except God. But what we have learned as children is: after we die, we go to purgatory. People who have never commited a sin will go straight to heaven. But God forgives us for all our our sins. It is kind of like a waiting room to see whether or not you have been accepted into the gates of heaven. Of course, someone who commits venial sins will go to heaven. The question is, is there a heaven and is there a hell. My answer would be yes. I do believe the souls of the dead lives on after death. This blog is similar to the one about beliving in heaven.

Heaven: The ultimate goal Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

I definetly think that there is a heaven. Not only because the bible says so, but because its is truly what I belive in. I am Catholic and Christian. Being Catholic and Christian, I believe in God. To me, if you don’t believe in God, how will you believe in heaven? I do belive that all of my love ones, my great grandparents, my aunt, and my friends mother, are all in heaven. There is life after death. No one can actually prove that. You have to believe and have faith. Without those two, how can you believe in heaven? Heaven is the ultimate goal of life. All of the things we do, all of the good deeds that people do, its all to follow God and go to heaven.

Memorable Funeral Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

My most memorable funeral was probably when my best friends mom died. I’ve known my friend Dean since we were in the 6th grade. We went to summer camp together and everything. He told me his mom had breast cancer our senior year of high school. It was very shocking. A year past and her cancer got worse and worse. She was in and out the hospital for about two months. A few days later I heard that she passed away. It was very hard for me just as it was for him and his sisters. I can remember her funeral like it was yesterday. It was the saddest thing I ever been to. Just the thought of not having my mother in my life is heartbreaking. I pray for Ms. Angela almost everyday. My friend and I are still really good friends. Her funeral was probably one I will never forget.

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