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Personal Narrative: My Trip To The City Of New Orleans
“This old town can slow you down,
People taking the easy way.
But I know exactly where I'm going,
And getting closer and closer everyday.
I’m almost there.”
As a consequence of living in a homogeneous area for my entire life, I crave change. My intrigue for the city of New Orleans began with The Princess and the Frog, the Disney movie from which the previous lyrics originate from. My nine year old self was drawn in by the representation of African Americans in mainstream media, however I left with the awareness of a vastly different culture. The diverse people, unique food, extravagant festivals, and rambunctious rhythms transformed my outlook on societal divisions. The intermingling of cultures was a foreign concept to me, I was surprised to find a community unionizing solely for the purpose of supporting a city. However, from that moment I desired a change in atmosphere, one that possessed these newfound qualities. This was then compounded with learning about the birth of jazz in my 8th grade music class. Reminiscing on the lesson, I remember jazz staples such as Buddy Bolden, Louis Armstrong, and King
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I live approximately 1050 miles from New Orleans and thus, visiting the Crescent City found a quaint little home on my bucket list. It never occurred to me to apply to a college in New Orleans until I started receiving emails from Tulane University. I had never heard of Tulane, but it planted the seed for the idea of going to college in New Orleans. This seed germinated as I searched for schools that matched my preferences. Further research on Tulane in respect to the biology major only advanced my predilection. And now here I am, applying to Tulane. Tulane is more than just a school, it is a chance to further my education while living in a city with an abundance of culture. Given the opportunity, I would take advantage of Tulane’s unique location and spend my time learning as much as possible both academically and

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