Spring Break Narrative

That first day of school that morning was filled with nerves, and heading into the school year.  I was ready as usual and as soon as the bus came, waved to my parents as usual. The bus ride

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 did lot’s over spring break including pretty much just working for Daniel Lapp all spring break and i got to hang out with Shauna. We went and rode horses and had lots of fun and then when her dad got home I would go to work. The first job I had was digging a ditch with a backhoe for him for a waterline and that was a learning experience. And it took me about three days to finish digging the waterline. It was a lot of work but good for me. Get’s me out of the house. The next job we had was we went and burnt fields, now this job was fun and really hot. We had to take a water trailer with us because if we didn’t, the fire would get out of hand real quick. We finished that then the next day we had to clean sheep and cow pens and that was fun,

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.

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

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

I remember cooling on the block, with just a couple of my goons. We was smoking till we choked and looking for a wave. This was the first day of spring break. The previous day my cousin was telling me about how he had a hoe who was cool with the oppositions. I wasn’t really worried about it, but little did I know she was going to come in handy later on. It was just one of them days we was looking to drill something. This particular opposition was one me and the set had problems with for years now. There were many recent altercations with him. His name was Malachi, his hood name was Flash Petty, but we just called him Petty.

It was a normal school day at Brookhurst Jr. High in 7th Period were my friends and I were talking and waiting for the bell to ring so we could all go home and the school day would be over. Before I left I needed to go to the bike racks to get my skateboard so I could ride it home.

I jumped out of my bed like a missile and looked out the window so fast that I almost hit my head in the window. I watched all the cars that was passing by. My uncle came to my room and asked me “what is happing here?” he looked at my calendar it was Saturday the day that my dad comes back. “Jonny, I have to talk to you” I looked at him and walked on my bed towers him. He sat on my bed and explained to me that my dad had lied to me that he’ll come back because that sound that I heard at night was your dad fighting with your mom for me, she herds that my dad was mad at me just for a slice of bread so my parents divorced. I looked at my uncle’s eyes, my heart almost stopped, tears slide down my face. I was in my room crying for my dad to come back for 2 hours. Nothing was the same without my dad. When I came back home from school, I cried “I’m here dad … oh” I was alone with my uncle. All the paintings that me and dad were on my wall, I used my step stole to take down the pictures and put it in a shoebox. I could not believe that he abandon me…by a

I sat on my bed with my arms wrapped tightly around my pillow swaying back and forth. My mom lightly knocked on my door and asked if she could come in. I tried to wipe away the stains left by my long stream of tears, but I felt my skin sting and eyes swell instead. She asked if I wanted to talk about it, but my response got stuck in my throat, so all I could do was shake my head and shove my head deep inside my pillow. Her bare feet smacked on the concrete as she made her way over to my bed. Her weight made an indent in the corner of my mattress as she sat down and laid a hand on my back.

Calaveras Enterprise sports reporter Guy Dossi met up with Calaveras High School head track and field coach Doug Avrit Monday afternoon before practice. Dossi spoke with Avrit about the recent spring break, the Stanford Invitational and about two basketball players who are new to the team.

7th grade was the year I woke up. My mom called me into her bedroom late one afternoon and was still sitting on her bed, wearing her pajamas. The bright and cheerful sunshine that lit up the room gave a false ambiance of the tension that clouded the air. I already knew what she was going to say, but I did not want to believe it as the truth. I had noticed that my mom and dad's relationship with one another was growing apart just by the way they acted around each other. The conversations between them became shorter and their affection for one another began to fade. My dad spent his nights falling asleep watching TV on the couch, while my mom slowly disappeared back into her bedroom, alone. This had been happening for a while now, so I do not know why I was even surprised when my mom said to me that, “Your dad and I are getting a divorce”. I should have seen it coming. The clues were all in front of me, but I was too afraid to put them together. I was scared because, for the first time in my life, the image of my "perfect" family was crumbling before me. I knew inside that my family was falling apart, but I was desperately holding onto the fibers that I thought were keeping us together. It is hard to believe that one encounter can change the course of one's life forever. In this instance, I was awoken from the dream that I had been living in for so long.

Over spring break I went over to my cousins house to stay the night. I haven’t seen them in a while and i really missed them. Courtney and my cousin Angel picked me up from my house in Tri Lakes. They live in Pierceton so we had some time to catch up with one another, and talk about how we were doing. We laughed and had a good time in the car. At 6 we had to leave to go to the skating rink in Warsaw. It was Faith and Brennan’s first time ever going skating. My cousin Courtney’s sister brought her niece Liberty and nephew Jess it was there first time as well. So us older kids Angel and I had to help them and teach them how to skate. It was a fun experience for me. I didn’t know what to expect at first or how I would help them. They were scared at first I had to gain their trust and let them know that I wasn’t going anywhere. We had a little mess ups. I fell down really hard on my

It was 2 years ago , I was in the 7th grade . It was the beginning of middle school . I was starting to adapt to the transitions of classes , at lunch I would hang out with my friends that I have known for quite a while . One day I come home , Sitting down getting ready to start my math homework. When my mom looks at me and tells we are moving . I laughed but the look on her face was