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Jul 27, 201808:05 AM
Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans

Franklin Flashback

Going to work where I went to school

Ever since I moved back to New Orleans 10 years ago, I’ve been one of the worst offenders in terms of asking everyone I meet who grew up here where they went to high school. Mostly it’s a way to figure out who we might know in common, but it’s also a way for me to work my alma mater, Ben Franklin, into the conversation. 

This past Carnival season, I got so excited when I saw the Ben Franklin marching band go by on Bacchus Sunday that I ran screaming after them for two blocks and Ruby had to pull me back by my arm.

“You don’t understand, Ru,” I yelled (and yes, OK, maybe I’d had a beer or a even a couple of beers), “they didn’t have a marching band when I went there. This is so cool!”

“I know, Mom,” she said. “I know you love Franklin. Go Falcons, right? I know.”

Franklin is in my bio over there to the right, and I’ve blogged about it here before, so it seems like a really natural but also exciting progression that I am working there now.

But going back to high school 20 years later is also kind of bizarre.

For instance, when I was getting the official tour, I got nervous going back into the music rooms because I had a wicked crush on a French horn player when I was a freshman. I laughed when I saw a Garfield poster on a classroom door that I know dates to at least 1996. I walked past my old locker and wondered if I could open it based on muscle memory alone even though I have long forgotten the combination. I got the weirdest anxiety from parking in the faculty-staff lot (students were never allowed to park there), and I will probably never feel comfortable taking the elevator because I almost got a detention once for hopping on with a friend before the doors could close.

But it also feels, very literally, like a homecoming. I’ll get to help promote my own 20th reunion. I can go to plays and football games professionally. My office overlooks the courtyard where I ate lunch every day from August 1994 to May 1998, and when I found myself locked in on my first day of work because I didn’t yet have a security code for the gate, I knew well enough how to sneak out through a side entrance.

I am the kind of person who thrives on routine and really doesn’t do well with change, but in this case, it feels less like change and more like relaxing into something I’ve always loved.

When where you went to high school is also where you work, it’s the ultimate New Orleans dream.

So where did you go to high school? Would you love or hate going back?



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Joie d'Eve

Living, loving, laughing, and learning in the new New Orleans


        Eve is further proof, if any is needed, that New Orleans girls can never escape the city. After living here since the age of 3 and graduating from Ben Franklin High School, Eve moved to Columbia, Mo., where she received bachelor’s and master’s degrees from the Missouri School of Journalism and became truly, unhealthily obsessed with grammar.She had originally intended to strike out to New York City and work in the cutthroat magazine industry there, but after Katrina, Eve felt a strong pull to return home, to her roots, her family, her waterlogged and struggling city – and a much more forgiving work atmosphere that would allow her to skip a routine of everyday makeup and size 0 designer label business suits and enjoy the occasional cocktail or three with an absurdly fattening lunch. She moved back home in January 2008 and lives in Mid-City with her two daughters, Ruby and Georgia; her stepson, Elliot; and her husband, Robert Peyton.Eve blogs about the joys and struggles of living in post-Katrina New Orleans, the unique problems and delights of raising a child in such a diverse and challenging city – including her experiences with the public education system – and her always entertaining and extremely colorful family.Eve has won numerous writing awards, including the Pirates Alley Faulkner Society Gold Medal, the Society of Professional Journalists Mark of Excellence award for column-writing and Press Club of New Orleans awards for her Editor’s Note in New Orleans Homes & Lifestyles and for this blog, most recently winning the award for "Best Feature Affiliated Blog."She welcomes comments, advice, empty flattery, recipes, drink invitations and – most especially – grammatical or linguistic debates.




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