New Orleans

When I wake up and it is hot out that is my favorite part of going to school in New Orleans.  The city has so much to offer with the history, diversity, traditions, parties, food, everything.  But when I talk to my friends or family that are home in the North East in the snow and gross weather, I get so excited that I am not present in the gloomy nastiness.  The days when we can go to the Fly and just sit and be in front of the Mississippi and hang out with friends in the sun is just so amazing.  I love that there is so much to do in our city and that going to school at Loyola, one is able to have the best of everything.  The students are able to live in the city, but at the same time have things like parks and open space available to them.  Its also a plus that the school is so small but with Tulane being such close proximity it doesn’t feel like we have are attending a university with under 5000 undergrad.  I love that almost everything is walking distance and that there is never a boring moment.  This past weekend my friend from home had visited me.  She currently is attending Loyola University in Maryland.  Loyola Maryland is a very popular school in my hometown and so often when I told other I was going Loyola they automatically assumed I meant the college in Maryland.  No one had heard of Loyola New Orleans and thought it was so strange to be going to a school so far away and unspoken about.  However, I am so glad I went against the trend of the typical schools (Richmond, College of Charleston, Penn State, Clemson, Wake Forest) because I seem to be having the most fun.  All of my friends seem to be doing the same things we did in High School and are with all the same people.  They are not experiencing new things but instead are at Frat parties playing beer pong every night.  The drama that was present in High School is still occurring and I feel bad that they are not having half the fun we have while going to school here.  Every day I have a new friend asking to come visit and see the city, they look through pictures and cannot get over the fact that it is rarely under sixty degrees.  My friend before while on the phone with her mom just kept talking about how much there was to do here, and how everyone was so nice.  I get frustrated sometimes because there is so much to  see that one weekend is not enough time to show someone New Orleans.  But after the beautiful weather this weekend, I can honestly say how lucky I am to be living in such a beautiful place like New Orleans.