Have you ever seen a cheetah running through the streets of New Orleans? No? Well, neither have we. However, we had the next best thing; which will be shared with you, the reader, in a later paragraph. Our journey begins before the cock’s crow, at 5:39 in the A.M……….
“Shhhhhhhhh, my nose is bleeding.” Jake announced for the third time of the trip. His nose began to seep thick crimson blood as he made his way to the tissue box. This event would be a prelude to one of the most “1.5”* days of our young adolescences.
The weary student workers boarded rolling Twinkie**. We arrive at the levee tour for an eye-opening discussion about the destruction of the local Beniveau Bayou. The once flourishing natural wetland habit now appears a desolate, barren wasteland.
As the day develops into late morning, we arrive at the work sites. Separated into two groups, we student workers embarked on a task: rebuild the city, one home at a time. Today’s work will involve painting, flooring, sweeping, nailing, and laying flooring… and painting, sweeping the area, as well as nailing.
Unfortunately, one student’s workday was cut short by a tragic injury. Yet another unstoppable nose bleed from the nostrils of a certain, “Jake Schannuth”, put a damper on the team’s morale. Seeing a friend cowering in the corner certainly sunk the spirits of the workers. In addition, other students received injuries of their own. Grant Ruediger failed in fighting off a single toddler wasp with a gimp wing and, in the process, suffered a severe bee sting. The final injury of the day came to an un-expecting house when a student, by the name of Alex Moll, created a rugby-ball sized hole in the floor by falling through it.
After work we toured the shining gem of New Orleans: The French Quarter. This experience was extraordinarily entertaining and enlightening. We witnessed a beautiful sight when a red 2012 Ferrari pulled into a nearby parking lot. As we watched in awe, we knew the remainder of the day would be mind-blowing. Our group, consisting of Evan Bean, Jake Schannuth, Jonathan Baumstark, Austin Ruediger, Tyler Englert, and Coach Allen Speckhals, set out on our expedition through the heart of New Orleans.
We first encountered a spectacular work of art commemorating the victims of the holocaust. It was there, in front of the colorful memorial, that the group noticed a steady stream of blood flowing from Jake Schannuth’s nose capillaries…yet again. The mess was quickly cleaned up and we continued with ease. Our adventures continued with a visit to Café du Monde where we consumed about nine pounds of delicious beignets. Next, we encountered a talented magician, skilled in the art of magic…more specifically, sorcery…more specifically telekinesis…more specifically, unscrewing bolts with his mind.
Returning to the previous topic of the cheetah, we saw none. However, we did encounter two majestic galloping steeds. Atop their erect bodies sat manly enforcers of the law with bulging biceps. We all felt that much safer with these manly-men riding by on their stallions. Similar to all great things, our terrific night soon came to an end. With another successful day under our belts, we must now depart your presence to attend the pool. We bid you farewell.
Best wishes,
Group 1.5
*”1.5” – Awesome, spectacular, beyond description.
**”Rolling Twinkie” – School bus
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