https://padlet.com/emilymelendez19/ycx0hagsepjw en-us 2017-12-06 15:48:02 UTC 2017-12-15 19:01:17 UTC hello@padlet.com emilymelendez19 https://padlet.com/emilymelendez19/ycx0hagsepjw/wish/214610388   One of the many challenges that Lanesha faces in Ninth Ward is bullying.
   For instance, on page 37, the text states, "'You have skinny legs, skinny butt, skinny everything,' he says. 'No wonder no boy likes you. You ugly.' He stretches out uhhh-glee like a moan. I don't mind; it's part of the game."
   Another example is on page 55, where the text states, "Sooner or later someone will bring up my weird eyes. Or say, 'You see dead people.' Or false-pity me for not having parents, calling me an 'orphan girl' or worse. More worse, they'd call Mama Ya-Ya a 'witch.' Then, I'd have to fight."]]> 2017-12-08 18:45:16 UTC https://padlet.com/emilymelendez19/ycx0hagsepjw/wish/214610388 emilymelendez19 https://padlet.com/emilymelendez19/ycx0hagsepjw/wish/215192212    Another challenge that Lanesha had to persevere through was Hurricane Katrina, a devastating event that hit New Orleans early morning of August 29th, 2005. Although the two knew about the hurricane for some time now, Lanesha and Mama Ya-Ya decided not to evacuate, since they believed the storm wouldn't be as bad as it actually would turn out to be.
   For instance, on page 128-129, the text states, "Pop. A wild rush --- a howl that is louder than anything I've ever heard before. Mama Ya-Ya sits bolt upright. It's the end of the world. Sounding like the explosions and screams in the D-day movies Mr. Gregg made us watch in history. It's a herd of elephants. Wild cackling hyenas let loose. A stampede of all the jungle animals. Crackling, keening, bursting, pounding, the wind screeching like banshees. Sirens dooming sailors at sea. Rain whipping wood, woosh, woosh, woosh, smacking at trees, beating out any sap. Like a thousand Kansas homes, not just Dorothy's, were being swept up in a tornado. The house shakes, teetering, in the wind and rain's violent game. Dodgeball. Tug-of-war. Shakes, sways, and I swear, it's going to fall...fall, fall, fall over. Down. The bed is rattling, creeping across the floor like it grew feet."
   Another example is on page 132, when the text states, "Like a bullwhip, the rain lashes and lashes. It's getting heavier, like bricks. Smacking up, down, like a giant pounding with his fists. The world is falling apart. First, the sky, then the roof. Falling, falling. I'm sure. To crash down on our heads. We're going to die."


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