Earlier in my life, I would've tried to bury my emotions. Now I wake up at 5 or 5:30 in the morning and find myself weeping for my city.
It's a hard thing to have a school with no home. For me, what could be a better scenario than to be able to serve kids from New Orleans and be back in my hometown? I really wonder if I'm going to wake up and this will be just a dream.