Austin Frizzell is an undergraduate alumnus of GW and current MPH student and George Washington Presidential Administrative Fellow at the School of Public Health.
Stories are embedded in the very fiber of the New Orleans and I had the chance to hear some of them during a recent trip. Along with two other GW staff members, I joined 41 undergrad participants and five undergrad leaders for a week of service in the city coordinated through the GW Alternative Breaks program
(http://gwalternativebreaks.wordpress.com/). The Alternative Breaks program now sends students and staff throughout the United States and Latin America during winter and spring breaks, but it began 8 years ago, with the school’s first trip to New Orleans. As a GW staff member, I went as a learning partner and while my role was to enhance the educational experience of the undergraduates on the trip, I learned a lot myself through the stories I heard. While we scraped and painted houses for low income veterans there were stories. As we helped teachers in their classrooms and organized a library at a KIPP school, there were more stories still. Our service focused on physical tasks, but these stories reminded us that our work in New Orleans was also something more[AF1] .
There were stories of survival. One volunteer coordinator recalled how water covered her neighborhood after Katrina. How she had no place to turn as her friends and family had their own lives flooded out. We learned from President Cowan of Tulane University how he announced to the arriving class of first year students and their families that they needed to evacuate. He remained while the campus was flooded with three feet of water.
There were also stories of pain. I had a brief opportunity to see the folk art museum curated by one of the homeowners we were serving. Among busts of blues legends, pictures of old New Orleans, and sculptures made from odd scraps of metal, there was something else you noticed. As you neared the back of the small museum, news clippings of Katrina and scenes of chaos were interspersed throughout the other creations. You couldn’t help but be a little quieter in that part.
The seventh grade students I met at KIPP, however, did not share such stories with me. They were instead happy to tell me about their future college majors (sports management, biology, and architecture to name a few) as well as why independent reading was boring since they did not get to choose their own book. My 7th grade assistant for reorganizing the library told me about the smartest student in his grade and how he tried to work as hard as her. I felt lightened from some of the weight of a week of difficult stories as I listened to the kids at KIPP. That being said, I am now starting to realize these students’ stories of the future were not so different after all from the other stories I heard. Throughout the stories of survival and pain, there was always a thread of hope. Hearing these stories, I think we all found inspiration in the dreams of New Orleans’ citizens and their hopes for the future of the city and for themselves.











