Spring Break Narrative

Hi guys! This past weekend we were graced with a much needed fall break. After a few weeks of constant studying, it was nice to have a four day weekend to sit back and relax. After my two tests on Friday I drove seven hours to meet my dad and my girlfriend's dad in Pittsfield Illinois for a few day hunting trip at a lease that my dad has. It was a long drive, but it was worth it when I arrived to a 16oz prime rib at one of my favorite restaurants, the Red Dome. Unfortunately the corn and soybeans had not yet been cut around our farm so we did not see as many deer as usual, but we still had fun and relaxed for a few days.

Well first off let me explain why I chose this title it all started a few years ago it was time for our annual Fourth of July family getaway expedition. Mexico beach Florida was our desired destination just outside the city limits of Panama City beach our journey began like all adventures do, at home.

Only one of my friends is in to hiking. The other, well they do not mind it, but they do not get out a lot. Same with me, I would love to, but it is very rare that I have a full day off, and have people who want to go with. That why I chose to do my practice journey during my March Break, and told my friends they had to do it with me. So during the Tuesday (one of the three days I had off work) I packed a hiking bag, picked them up, grabbed Pita Pit for lunch, and drove up the mountain.

During Spring Break, I was able to make changes to my paper. I was able to finish my methodology, make edits by contacting my mentors and editors, and I am currently concluding my findings and research analysis. I also able to study and develop a better knowledge regarding qualified immunity (in regards to the Fourth Amendment and protection for police officers), police training (in regards to reasonable/excessive force), the rating at which African Americans are being killed by police, and last but not least, the corruption and power that lies beneath the criminal justice system. In terms of force, the issue is that the amount of force used to subdue an unwilling criminal is a judgment call by a police officer. There is no universally accepted

When we came back from spring break i was on the baseball team this is a big surprise because surprise because i am bad at the game. When our first practice came around we were talking about fundamentals of the game. When i was listening i was confused because he wasn't making sense nor was he giving us the right information. One example is when you dip you shoulder and hit a pop up you dip your back shoulder and he said you dip your front shoulder.

Spring break was the most expected event for most of the students at Lenoir-Rhyne University. Reunion with the family, beach trips or visit megapolises - everyone was so excited to take a break from studying, forget about thick books, colorful PowerPoints and endlessly long assignments. However, some of the Bears didn’t have an opportunity to wear their party dresses and jeans shorts – those are the students who are in the middle of the season.

Spring break is supposed to be one of the happiest times of the year: families go on vacation, students and employees can finally relax after months of hard work, and the horrible cold months are finally turning into beautiful, lively new ones. This is how most people would describe spring break, but for me and my family in April of 2010, this was not the case.

During the spring break of 2015, my brother who was 10 at the time of the traumatic event, had a grand mal seizure at 8:21 in the morning. When I saw him having the seizure I sat in the recliner and felt completely and utterly useless. As his older brother it was extremely traumatic for me because I couldn’t help him and I just sat there feeling as if it was my fault that this happened. All I could do was just watch him shake and writhe on the couch. We were staying at my grandparents’ house and my grandma had dealt with a child that had seizures. So my grandma told us we would wait fifteen minutes and if he didn’t come to his senses we would call the paramedics. Well low and behold he didn’t come out of it so we called 911 and we waited for

I thought it was going to be a typical day during my last spring break as a high school student. I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing and answer reluctantly. It’s my very good friend Jayleen Guadarrama. She tells me to get ready because we’re going shopping with my other great friend, Susi. I take my time to get ready and I suddenly get a text from Jayleen saying she’s already in my driveway. I hop out of the shower and throw one of my favorite outfits. Then I remember that I am broke as anyone can be-- I had no cash on me! I didn’t care, I just wanted to spend time with my friends. I get in the car and we’re off! We start blasting our favorite music as we speed down to Chicago. After a quick shopping spree and selfie photo shoot in an

When Thanksgiving Break comes, the last thing anyone wants to think about is family drama, ways of speech, and slang. Days before Thanksgiving, I always find myself studying slang that I have never heard of and singing songs that I would’ve never imagined myself listening to. All to fit in with my family. I rarely see my family, but when I do, I try to make it enjoyable. My family lives pretty far away and we have always been raised in two different environments. I live in Avon, “Home of the rich white kids”, they like to say. They live on the East Side of Indianapolis, “Home of the gang violence and shootings”, I always say back. Though it is the same state, it feels like we have been raised in two different worlds.

I am being transported in a chinook chopper as a rescue team for the survivors of operation redwing. All of the sudden I see a taliban soldier holding an RPG looks right at my helicopter and fires. The rocket zooms across the mountain and hits the helicopter. A blast of heat knocked me backward and out of the helicopter. I land into the mountain side as I see my helicopter crash into the mountain side. Soon enough I am rolling down the hill until I strike a rock. I am sitting on top of a cave and I hear coughing inside the cave. In fear of my life I thought it was the taliban, but when I come around the corner I see one of the soldiers I came to rescue. I sigh with relief and lean against the wall of the cave. But I did not have too much of a break from the action. I heard foot steps of two people on top of the cave. Me and marcus have our rifles pointed at the entrance of the cave. Four black beady eyes see us in the cave and we put 3 rounds in each of their heads.

The strategy that I would like to adopt for my Alternative Spring Break experience is being aware of my privilege. It is without question that we all possess privileges that allow us to have certain advantages over others that we may not be aware of. That is why it is crucial to understand and reflect on how our social status provides us with certain benefits in a community. Once privilege is identified, it can be used to acknowledge that others may have endured different struggles, and it provides grounds to empathize with and educate yourself on advantage-based issues faced by members of society. I plan on implementing this strategy throughout my Alternative Spring Break experience by coming to terms with the privileges I possess and reflecting

“Vandi, what was it like coming to America?” I looked up to see my friend Carson staring at me intently, his eyes big blue eyes full of wonder, his blonde hair shining under fluorescent lighting. Suddenly, I was self conscious about my dark skin and eyes.

I have always been the type of kid who was too scared to have a party, or have people come over while my parents were at work. Ok, so i take that back one night while my parents were asleep i invited a guy over. But over the summer I had too many chores to do to even worry about having people over, and plus i was too scared of how much trouble i would get into with my mom and step dad.

It was 2:45 p.m. as Mrs. Cox’s kindergarten class walked down to the buses. It was a hot Friday afternoon, and we were all squealing for joy. Our parents had told us that morning, it was our first Spring Break! I was frantically looking around when I finally spotted my dad. He was wearing his blue monarch tile work shirt. His pants and hat was very dingy from all of the hard work he had been doing. Racing towards him, I jump up and down asking him “where are we going?” Smiling he indicated it was a surprise as I climbed into his little white truck. We arrived at Bear Den, a small restaurant in Lexington, and I am ecstatic as we walk through the door. It was cool and smelt of greasy, crunchy french fries. As my dad walked, I jogged over to the counter to pick out the best flavor of ice cream. Cookie dough was lucky winner. It had chunks of chocolate all through the dough.