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The hunt for a good coffee shop in New Orleans continues. I have learned, however, when the clock strikes to 3 o’clock the night before an exam and you still need to learn the difference between Idarucizimab and Etaracizumab any coffee suffices. This month I finished with the cardiovascular and renal units, joined an intramural basketball team, got to see Ellis Marsalis play piano, and volunteered with my peers at Habitat for Humanity. The work done with Habitat for Humanity paralleled some of my projects from when I lived in the Dominican Republic. I think building homes is a very common form of service. After all, everyone needs a floor. While working in Las Canas, I helped pour cement floors in a few houses around the small impoverished town where I stayed. When individuals in an underdeveloped community get sick a dirt floor is a likely culprit. You can’t clean a dirt floor. Thus, any fecal matter that gets tracked in on shoes tends to stay in the floor. The floor being where ...

                The coffee down here isn’t so great; in fact, it’s aggressively mediocre.  That’s not the first thing I say about New Orleans when reflecting on the city, but it is a considerable vice. The first thing that comes to mind isn’t the spectacular jazz music nor is it the po’ boys; It’s Peter Gold. Peter was the Tulane student who ran between a kidnapper’s gun and the victim on the bad side of the barrel. Peter’s a hero in the most quintessential sense of the word. But he isn’t the only one, this city is filled with heroes. The Tulane chancellor who made community service a student requirement after Katrina, the students who show up time and time again to help, and the locals who puts their blood and sweat into rebuilding the city are all heroes. Helping others is engraved into the cultural constitution of New Orleans and that sentiment extends from the city through the university and its students. Fidelity to helping others befor...