Roller Coaster Weekend
Okay...so a lot has happened in the past few days. Maybe not substantively but emotionally at least. I will try to recount some of these happenings.
My friend Dan went to New Orleans this weekend. He is a Tulane 1L at Richmond, like me. Also like me, he wants to stay here rather than return to Tulane. Anyway, he had to go down to pick up his Volvo station wagon, which he had left at the Baton Rouge airport when he evacuated. He drove into New Orleans with sets of house keys for several of us Tulane students. We didn't hear from him until late afternoon. He called Christine first (my study room-mate) and gave her the good news that all of her stuff was totally fine. Only one window blew out, and it was in a room that was empty. So almost all of her stuff is salvageable.
A short while later, the phone rang for me. Not too much good news: all of the windows were blown out and there was mold on everything. Moreover, the door was open when he got there. (Ben has suggested that this may have been the police/national guard when they were searching for survivors; I hope so.) All my clothes are ruined. My jewelry, which I was fairly positive I had left in my underwear drawer in containers, could not be located. Apparently my swimsuits were fine (must be the chlorine!), so Dan brought them back. He also got Ben's 300-CD changer and my crate full of photographs.
So ever since the extent of the destruction of my personal belongings was "brought home" to me, I've been a little depressed; it is better to know, but still hard to accept. But it puts me in a much better position to negotiate with my landlord in breaking my lease.
This morning, the UR Dean of Admissions, Michelle Rahman, was back in the office after a 1.5 week absence. I spoke with her for just under an hour and am feeling pretty confident that I will be able to stay at UR and withdraw from Tulane. She is very sympathetic and helpful. I can't wait for this to be settled so that I can rest easy and focus on my studies! So yeah, apparently the law school dean is going to email all of us visiting students today and tell us that we HAVE to go back. Dean Rahman basically told me not to worry about it and proceed with applying to UR. No promises were made to me, but I am glad to have more information than before. And I've definitely decided to withdraw from Tulane no matter what.
I'm not so much conflicted about what to do (going back to New Orleans to live is NOT a possibility anymore) as confused and sad about what has happened. But my meeting today has made me more hopeful for the future. Sometimes things just don't work out the way we think they will....
My friend Dan went to New Orleans this weekend. He is a Tulane 1L at Richmond, like me. Also like me, he wants to stay here rather than return to Tulane. Anyway, he had to go down to pick up his Volvo station wagon, which he had left at the Baton Rouge airport when he evacuated. He drove into New Orleans with sets of house keys for several of us Tulane students. We didn't hear from him until late afternoon. He called Christine first (my study room-mate) and gave her the good news that all of her stuff was totally fine. Only one window blew out, and it was in a room that was empty. So almost all of her stuff is salvageable.
A short while later, the phone rang for me. Not too much good news: all of the windows were blown out and there was mold on everything. Moreover, the door was open when he got there. (Ben has suggested that this may have been the police/national guard when they were searching for survivors; I hope so.) All my clothes are ruined. My jewelry, which I was fairly positive I had left in my underwear drawer in containers, could not be located. Apparently my swimsuits were fine (must be the chlorine!), so Dan brought them back. He also got Ben's 300-CD changer and my crate full of photographs.
So ever since the extent of the destruction of my personal belongings was "brought home" to me, I've been a little depressed; it is better to know, but still hard to accept. But it puts me in a much better position to negotiate with my landlord in breaking my lease.
This morning, the UR Dean of Admissions, Michelle Rahman, was back in the office after a 1.5 week absence. I spoke with her for just under an hour and am feeling pretty confident that I will be able to stay at UR and withdraw from Tulane. She is very sympathetic and helpful. I can't wait for this to be settled so that I can rest easy and focus on my studies! So yeah, apparently the law school dean is going to email all of us visiting students today and tell us that we HAVE to go back. Dean Rahman basically told me not to worry about it and proceed with applying to UR. No promises were made to me, but I am glad to have more information than before. And I've definitely decided to withdraw from Tulane no matter what.
I'm not so much conflicted about what to do (going back to New Orleans to live is NOT a possibility anymore) as confused and sad about what has happened. But my meeting today has made me more hopeful for the future. Sometimes things just don't work out the way we think they will....
posted by Lesley M @ 3:01 AM
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