I used to look forward to summer vacation, but not the summer of 1969. Mommy and Daddy huffed and puffed and slammed every door in earshot, scurrying in and out of the house like Cinderella’s mice lugging boxes and bags filled to bursting drenched like sweatshop shirt pressers. “Good! Good! Work!” My terrifying grandfather Papa Frank shouted at them, just standing at the curb and supervising, his fists resting atop his hips in an arrogant, mocking manner. He said he always knew best. He scared me, his expression sneering, angry about something or another, with a face red and swollen like a boil about to burst. I was too smart for my own good, he said, which I was. But even at eight years old, I knew what was waiting for me in the summer of 1969. While the world dreamed about the upcoming moon landing or fretted about hippies or the Vietnam War, I begged my parents to let me stay home alone in Queens that summer. I did not want to go to Finkelstein Farm.
Family was forever; eternal like Jerusalem. That was Papa Frank Finkelstein’s mantra, repeated until it was tattooed onto our souls. He expected his entire family to believe in his mantra, no exception and no questions, and put his money where his mouth was. He and Bubby, our grandmother, treated the entire twenty-person extended Finkelstein family, three sons and one daughter, three wives and one husband, ten grandchildren, and a couple of animals, to a summer-long vacation — together, under two roofs — every year, from the
Spring break is supposed to be a great time from the second it begins, until the second it ends. Now there is always that boring time it takes to get to wherever you may be going no matter how far that may be it is always the least fun of the entire vacation. My last spring break’s car ride happened to be the least fun by far of any trip I have taken up to this point in my life.
“Dad's hands trembled slightly as he unrolled different blueprints. He had drawn frontal views, side views, and aerial views of the Glass Castle. He had diagrammed the wiring and the plumbing. He had drawn the interiors of rooms and labeled them and specified their dimensions, down to the inches, in his precise, blocky handwriting. I stared at the plans. "Dad," I said. "you'll never build the Glass Castle." "Are you saying you don't have faith in your old man?" "Even if you do, I'll be gone. In less than three months, I'm leaving for New York City." "What I was thinking was you don't have to go right away," Dad said. I could stay and graduate from Welch High and go to Bluefield State, as Miss Katona had suggested, then get a job at The Welch Daily News.
In “For my Mother,” Dr. Jami Huntsinger writes about how her mother lives with Alzheimer’s disease and how her father never gave up on his wife. In this essay, Huntsinger discusses the strong relationship her mother and father shared during this hard time in their lives. Even though Huntsinger’s mother was physically unable speak, she was still able to have full conversations with her loved ones. Huntsinger stated, “She would answer, and I would try to answer with “Really?” Or “No, you’re kidding me, “or “That’s interesting,” all based on patterns of soft or hard sounds.”. All of her doctors wanted to put her on medication, but her husband told them no, that would have been the easy way out and Mr. Huntsinger
Winter break is a perfectly timed for students to enjoy the holidays, and take a much needed break from school. This offers time to spend with family and relax without having to worry about their studies. Due to the length, the break often leads to boredom near the end, and students can become restless and in need of some excitement.
At one point, summer school was viewed as something negative, that only “bad” students who had failed a class or fell behind take in order to reach their peers’ levels. However, today summer school is seen as a big advantage that allows students to take courses before they are required to so they can take more rigorous classes sooner and make themselves for appealing for colleges. In the New York Times article, “Taking Summer School to Get Ahead, Not to Catch Up,” published on August 16, 2016, Kyle Spencer effectively incorporates ethos and logos to establish that taking summer classes to get ahead benefits a student’s chances of getting into college.
This summer had to be the best summer I’ve had is two years. We had waited all year for this moment to come, summer. It was hot and humid, the pool waiting for someone to swim in. Just a few days and we’d finally see our favorite cousins. Waiting for my family at the airport, going to Wildwood boardwalk, and surfing at the beach were just some of the most exciting and rousing things that happened this summer.
“I can't believe it's time for school already,” I mumbled to myself as I turned off my alarm clock and rolled out of bed. It was the first day back to school after summer vacation, and I certainly wasn't feeling too happy about it. Early mornings, boring classes, lots of homework; the very thought of these things made me want to cover myself with blankets and never get up. Still, I didn't have much of a choice, so I got up, got dressed (in a t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers: my new favorite clothing combo), and made myself something to eat for breakfast.[i]I'm sure it won't be [b]all[/b] bad...[/i], I thought to myself as I ate. [i]At least I'll get to see my friends again, and maybe check out some of the new club activities.[/i] The more I thought about it, the better I felt about going back to school. After all, everything was going my way.
The article, “Should children study in the summer holidays?” (Jackson, 2017) discusses the pros and cons of continuing a child’s education throughout their summer vacation. In favor of this idea was Vivien Stiles, a professional tutor for Kumon, who argued that studying over the summer would help children ease back into a full school year. Stiles continued to explain the program as a two day school week which teaches Mathematics and English. The average time it takes for each student to complete their homework for their class is between 15 and 90 minutes. Others, like Tanith Carey, fear that extending classroom education into the summer may overwhelm some young minds. She explained how her daughter felt so overwhelmed by her education experience she tried to deny an award she won because there was too much that surrounded the acceptance of that award. Once Carey realized how much stress the extra schooling during the summer was causing her daughter, she removed her from the tutoring program so she could play and experience a stress free childhood. Over years the results have been quite positive for Carey and her two daughters as they have both found passions in the arts and are leading healthy happy lives. She stresses the importance of learning not only in classrooms, but through nature, exploring, and experiencing the natural environment around them. According to Carey some parents are overlooking how much their children really learn when they are able to explore
Over summer break Emily, rachel, and I all went to Kings Dominion. First we went on most of the dry attractions, and almost all of the big rides and roller coasters. It was a day full of jokes and laughter, posing for the pictures on rides, very long lines, and eating junk food until we felt sick. I have always loved roller coasters and big rides at amusement parks, even though I get scared before riding them. I enjoy the adrenaline and rush of excitement I get. As we were walking around the park we came across one of the attractions, that you have to pay for, and it’s like a giant swing. Rachel and Emily both shouted, “We NEED to do that later!” and I agreed that we should. It looked like it was going to be a lot of fun and a new
Summer vacation. A time to relax, kick back and sleep. Well, at least for most people. My summer vacation was packed. I ended up going to five states in a total of three weeks. One whole week was spent in D.C., but that is a story for another time. I want to tell you about my trip down south with my dad’s side of the family. The trip was crazy, hectic, and full of a lot of driving; it was really fun at the same time. I hope my explanation of this trip will come close to the amount of joy this summer trip brought me.
I couldn’t help but to feel anxious and excited. It was my first time being in such a vast city and I couldn’t wait to explore it.
Summer 2014, it was a memorial summer, the time between secondary and highschool, when you have to say goodbye to your old friends and prepare to go to a new school, meet new friend, live in a new environment. In class, I only hang out with 4 dudes, so we planned to have a summer trip to say goodbye to each other. It supposed to be a 7 days trip, but we gotta cut it down to 4 because lack of money. The first day of the trip was good, we had an amazng time, we checked in at the hotel very late at night, I was very tired so I just jumped to bed instantly. Closed my eye, I can heard the the sound of the wave outside because our hotel is next to the beach, I started to fall asleep, wait I felt the wind coming toward me, no im falling down, I screamed, opened my eyes, it just a dream, I checked the clock, it was 5:30am, nobody was there, “Oh!”: I said, they must have gone to the port by now, it was a idea of one of my friends, sailing overnight on a fisher-boat, I thought it was a stupid idea so I refused and decided to stay at the hotel. I looked out of the window, the sun was starting to rice, I opened the window, I can smell the sea, it was so peaceful, I can see some couples walking, “This is heaven.” I thought to myself. Picked up my phone, I went to the bathroom, locked the door, I sat down on the toilet, played some pointless game on my phone, it was very hot in here so I started to sweat a lot, usually I spent like 30 mins in the toilet just surfing the internet but this
It was our 2013 christmas vacation trip to Brazil. And it was one of the best trips because it was summer time in Brazil. When we were in Brazil we decided we wanted to take a trip to the Matinhos beach which was one hour away from the city where my family lived. In order to arrive at the beach we had to go down the mountains, and it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. The mountains were covered with so many trees and it seemed like there were endless flowers in the mountains. While we were driving through the mountains we found little shop where they make fresh squeezed sugar cane juice. It was my very first time trying it, and ever since then that is my favorite drink whenever i visit Brazil. We also stopped at a river on the mountain. It was beautiful but kind of hard for me because, I forgot to mention I also broke my wrist a week before this beach trip. But I still enjoyed myself at the river with my brothers and my cousins. Afterwards, we continued driving to our destination but then out of nowhere, My earliest memory… it was the loudest bang of my life. I just remember being confused to what was happening. An eighteen wheeler had crashed into my cousins crammed buggy, while my family and I were on our way to the beach in Brazil. I’m surprised i’m still alive, because I wasn’t wearing my seatbelt, and i was in the middle seat.
“The best things in life are the people we love and the places we’ve been…. And the memories we’ve made along the way.” by Unknown. The year of 2017 started off terrible, nothing was going right. A few months later something amazing happened, but only with help from God. My family found out we won a trip to Hawaii. My parents had to decide whether or not they should take us kids with. My parents talked it through, and they decided that it would be our last family vacation with just our family saying Chris is a senior and is headed off to college the next year and probably will find a girlfriend. Us kids were happy to go after everything bad that has happened to us. I know for sure Hawaii made me look at life a different way. Saying everything that just happened to my family.
The morning of Romania’s Independence Day, December 1st, 2003, was my first day of school in America. I woke up feeling anxious and excited to go back to school after a six-month break. The extended break was due to our move from Bucharest to New York on an F3-visa. Since we were scheduled to travel in October, my parents decided to not enroll me in school for just a month, hence I’ve got to skip fourth grade. As I daydreamed of how my day at school will go, my mother urged me to dress faster, because Uncle Dimitri was already upstairs. He is my mother’s brother who helped us to get me enrolled at the school and offered to come with me on my first day since he was the only one who spoke English. In minutes, I was dressed in my new and crisply ironed clothes and ready to go out the door. At that moment, my mother