I must say that my experience is a tragic one. I honestly did not really know that the hurricane was as serious as it was until it was too late. On the day before the hurricane was to reach land, my roommate and I had to move into another dorm. Which left us with no real time to come up with a plan. Luckily my mom told me of a family that was planning to leave the next day and that I could ride with them. The family that I was suppose to leave with decided at the last instant that they were going to stay. I was distraught by this news, but I prayed and had confidence that every thing would be okay. The night of the storm was the worst experience in my life. The night felt like it took two days to pass. The winds sounded like an airplane’s engine. The next morning when I had awoken the neighborhood was covered with water as far as I could see. And I stayed in that same house for seven days with no A/C. The crazy thing about to me was that people was actually stealing from people’s houses. Thankfully we had food and water, but it was steal hard. It was a mental challenge trying to just keep busy everyday. I actually found myself reading alot, in fact more than I ever have. Eventually, the boats and helicopters came by fewer and fewer. By the third day I knew I would be there for awhile. The family I was staying with had a generator so I could watch the news and it was terrible how the people were being treated like animals at the Super Dome. So we decided to stayed at the house until we could get help. Both of them were high ranking officials in the Army so he just knew someone would come and help us. But they never did. We eventually got rescued by some police me who were sent by the government, because my mother called them. Its funny because it was that day we had made up our minds that we were living and just as we were about to they pulled up. Prior to that we had justed prayed in the kitchen asking God to watch over us. I had been going to church my whole life and I knew who God was and what he could do, but I had never had a “moment” until than. Those seven days changed my life so much . I kind of see it as a blessing, but I didn’t enjoy the time there. My expectations for the class are to learn more about myself, God, his word, and why people do what they do. History always seems to repeat itself, and I want to learn from the mistakes of others. I feel like I have an above average understanding of the Bible, but I feel like there is alot more I could know. A few of the stories I am totally lost about. The class so far seems to be good. I find myself feeling sometimes like I am listening to my pastor preach. But its cool. You try to do your best at making the subject matters entertaining and I can appreciate that. Most teachers are boring or don’t try and relate the subject matter to the students.

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