Taylor - NOLA Myths

Through the tangled web of talk that constantly goes in one ear and out the other we
find ourselves picking up only bits and pieces of the story, and herein lies the problem where
so called “myths” begin to creep in. I think it’s time that we begin to untangle this web of mess
and set things straight about the way we really work down here…

Yes, we do seem to have a distinct way of communication, but No it’s not with a long
drawl or the stereotypical southern twang.

Yes, the names of some of our streets are in French, but the truth is we barely speak
English around here let alone French.

Yes, we know how to make a good time out of any situation and party hard but we are
still respectable people who at some point put the balloons and cake away and wake up to go
to school where we do actually, in the midst of all the fun, learn something.

Yes, I go to a private school but until we evacuated I thought this was totally normal,
guess not. To set the situation straight, we are not all rich, and snobby, there just aren’t many
options around here.

Yes, I have gone to a voodoo Football game but that’s about as far as our voodoo
obsession actually goes, though I’m sure there are a few people around the city who do take
their voodoo quite seriously.

Finally yes I was here during Katrina, No my house did not float away while my family
and I sat on the roof waving a white flag which read, “S.O.S!”, and for the last time NO I DID
NOT DIE!

Taylor, age 16