I was 15 years old when Katrina hit. It was only my second year attending Archbishop Chapelle High School. I remember feeling a mixture of fear and excitement--of course thinking I would be out of town for no more than three days. Not only would I be missing the upcoming Biology test but i would be able to visit my old home town and reunite with very dear friends. My parents were reluctant to leave, their whole life, growing up in New Orleans, every hurricane was \"the big one\", but for my sister and I this was our first. And so, thanks to me and my sisters protests, after 4 o\'clock mass that saturday our hurrication began. For my family, despite being cooped up in a holiday in and biting our fingernails in anticipation for the wrath of Ms. Katrina, our evacuation wasn\'t exactly horrible. For us, the devastation of what had happened didn\'t set in until we returned home in Mid October, and even today, exactly four years later, normalcy has yet to return.