The Horror Of All Vacations

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.

The further I went back in the cabin, the worst I began to feel. It was like I was a chicken with no head; there were no lights, but the moon had a sparkle and every now and then, it would glitch, flickering on its last breath. The floors were ice cold; every step taken was another frost bite on my foot. Next stop, the bathroom. All of the showers were rusted and had dead bugs scattered throughout them. The sink had every color embedded in it, almost like dirty snow. I was determined this cabin was the youngest sister who got everyone’s hand-me-downs.

The contents of the family restroom off of Peaks Place Trail were always the same. The little 8X5 room usually contained a stained-up finger print covered mirror, a leaky sink, a clogged up or overflowing toilet, and a drain in the middle of the floor that had probably never gotten rid of any water in its existence. However, on the last Sunday of every month, the items in dirty room would get a few additions. On these particular Sundays, the public restroom would contain its usual revolting things, but it would also contain a view from the doorway of a rusty bike leaned against a rotting tree, a black duffle bag that housed a few dirty clothes, and a visit from a 19 year old homeless girl who would be frantically trying to get the dirt stains out of the only semi-nice thing that she owned. This particular Sunday would be no different as the young lady tried to get ready for her usual once-a-month church going.

As they kept walking in ,there were 2 bedrooms and 1 bathroom. The whole cabin was

One day at our summer cabin in the woods me my mom,dad,brother, and sister were having a peaceful day except for that this time we were in danger having to live off the land. For we feared that some kind of creature had taken over our cabin. What was once a peaceful vacation spot was know a place of eeriness.

In both houses, the most descriptions were about the walls in the house. In the first house, the bedroom

The United States is commonly known as “No-Vacation Nation” (Thompson, 2012) because Americans typically prioritize work over studies and family. (1)Although people in America take fewer vacations than any nation in the world, socioeconomics may be a reason for why employees focus more on work than research and relationships in the American culture. "There is simply no evidence that working people to death gives you a competitive advantage" (Pawlowski, 2011). (2)As a citizen of the United States and one who has often fallen prey to these ideals, the trend to overwork has been an affliction to overcome. Family and scholarly efforts have been sacrificed, but over the past year or two, I have made a conscious effort to alter my “live to work”

The church that we were sleeping in was one big, cold, room with concrete floors, and a stage. I only slept a few hours that night on the sleeping sponges because I was so aware of all the noises of snoring people, dogs barking, and cars zooming past the church building at very high speeds. The restroom was outdoors with three or four stalls with small doors facing a cornfield I could see over. The wind was blowing through the stalks of corn and rustling leaves, giving the illusion that there is something moving through the field. After that night, I planned to only go to the bathroom during the day because it was scary and all the other villages had rickety wooden boundaries around a stinky hole in the ground; if you drop something down there, it is never coming back. I was overwhelmed by the big change in scenery and suddenly missed everything from home, and realized that this was just the

Through the deep fog a silent crippled cabin remained lifeless. The cabin was on the brink of collapsing and the walls were too feeble to clench onto the bulky roof. One young leaf with the bravery of a lion dared to glide down onto the cabin and it caused a creaking sound to burst through the forest. The lonely cabin hadn't been ventured to in an immeasurable amount of time. The walls were once a vibrant orange but had decayed over the time into a rusty amber colour. The cabin only had one window which had abandoned the cabin long ago in search of a better life. The fog orbited the grizzled cabin as it either feared it or felt bad for the broken down hallow of what it once was. The cabin smelled of damp and decaying wood that filled the air surrounding with a musky undertone.

With certain job it takes specialized education to excel in said jobs such as a engineer or mechanic these jobs are rewarding in salary and knowledge. Considering the amount of jobs that are available a high school diploma is required to be able to acquire even basic jobs such as fast food and service. For this project I will be outlining 5 different jobs and the entitled education worth. One of the first jobs I choose was a military job. MARSOC to be exact a special forces unit exclusive to the United States marines.

The barn was cold and dim-lighted. The musty smell of the barn filled my nostrils. It made me feel as though I had entered a Haunted House. People screamed as the ropes above shook with the wind being brought in through the holes in the wall.

Our bus broke down, our hotel rooms were given away, we had no air conditioning for a majority of the trip, and what we thought would take us 11 hours ended up taking 26. We finally arrive at the school, where we would be sleeping for the remainder of the week. We stepped foot off the bus and we were immediately aghast at how sweltering the air was. Apparently, Philadelphia was in the midst of a heat wave, bringing in record highest of 105F. After such a long journey the feeling of failure was weighing upon us. At the end of the day we were all exhausted and ready to fall into a deep slumber. Then we realized our room, just like the bus, had no air conditioning. We lay there sweating against the plastic filled air mattress dreading the proceeding day when we would be hiking the melting streets of

So what at first viewed was viewed as a “vacation” for Japanese-Americans later became a dishonorable act for American history, in which citizens constitutional rights were seemingly violated. February 19, 1942 President Franklin D. Roosevelt issued the Executive Order 9066, which allowed military officials to create “military areas” along the West Coast, even the Department of Justice representatives raised constitutional and ethical objections to the proposal. And so on February 19, 1942, President Franklin D. Roosevelt issued Executive Order 9066 authorizing the evacuation. Despite the lack of evidence to call it a “military necessity” the brutal Order was made.

Once they saw that i was stuck to the toilet they started laughing, once they stopped laughing my mom made my dad help me get out

I lay asleep in the car crammed between my brother and my sister; I open my eyes just in time to see a sign with half of the lights burnt out that read "State Bridge, Resort, Saloon, Restaurant, and Lodging." By the looks of the sign, I had a feeling that this place was going to be a dump. The word "resort" led me to believe it wasn't that bad. The thought I always kept in the back of my mind was what a Hawke family "vacation" was. We would always spend the least amount of money as we could, and we would leave as soon as possible. This, to my dad, was the greatest vacation.