I remember hearing about the storm merely three days before my family evacuated our westbank home for over three weeks. Three weeks may not seem long to other evacuees but in a house in Houston with twenty other people it seemed like a lot longer. My family packed a mere three pairs of clothes each not imagining the amount of time we would have to stay away from our home due to the damage to New Orleans. \r\nMy family stayed with my uncle who lived in Houston since he had not found a job in New Orleans yet that would allow him to move into the house of my aunt, which would eventually have a ten foot hole in its roof due to the storm. While there we received some of the most amazing acts of charity that I have ever received. One day a few of my uncle\'s friends and co-workers came to his house with ice chests full of food. We had enough to last a group of twenty two months. While there we had no idea of how much damage had been done to our houses so we had to enroll in schools. I was put into Kingwood High School and although I believed that I could be going home soon I still made an attempt while at the high school for two weeks. While relaxing as best we could on the first weekend our other uncle, who had stayed back during the storm and worked for the sewage and water board, checked our house and told us that we had looted.\r\nMy last day at Kingwood High School was a day that the school had a welcoming lunch for evacuees. I saw the shock and envy in the eyes of my fellow classmates when they heard I could return home. Many of them had lived on the eastbank and had lost almost everything in their houses, yet I was returning to a home that now had electricity. \r\nWhen we returned home my father noticed that the house\'s electricity was no longer on like our uncle had said. Apparently Some Entergy workers or someone of the sort had accidently left ours unhooked after moving a branch of a line. I checked my room to see if anything had been taking of mine. I noticed that my blanket for my bad had been moved like someone had slept in it, but the Nintendo 64 system that was put in there to protect it from rain in case our roof was ripped off was still there. I was fifteen years old I worried more about games than roofs at that time. I then checked my clothes drawer that I had my xbox games under clothes to protect it from rain. Apparently I should have been worried about looters because it was them that claimed my games and not the storm. Our large screen TV had been moved to the back door, which had been ripped off by someone, to steal later but luckily some national guardsmen scared off the looters of our area due to an anonymous tip from someone who had spotted them. We stayed with my grandma and grandpa for a week before our electricity was hooked up. \r\nKatrina brought out both the best and worst in people. I saw generosity that I would never have imagined, and I saw greed that knew no bounds. \r\n