The Worst Spring Break Ever

Getting rid of summer break would hurt a lot of students; they do not have the patience to go to school during the school year—taking away what is supposed to be their vacation could possibly break them.

If schools started all year round school students would have more stress. That long summer break gives students time to unwind and relieve stress. This break lets students forget about school and live their lives easier without all the homework, classwork, test, and projects. Students also get time away from all the troubles that other students may cause. This long summer break also gives students more time to have fun.

In March of 2014, my family and I went on a vacation to Naples, Florida. One year before this, a part of my extended family moved to Naples. They moved there because of my uncle, Cory Briscoe. Cory needed 2 to 3 years of additional schooling to get a degree in Nurse Anesthesia. Thinking of going to Florida had been fantastic thus for unbelievable. Our plan was to go the week of spring break to get away from the cold weather in Idaho. Quickly the first day of spring break came, and we were off to the airport.

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.

It was the winter of 2009, my siblings and I went to go play in the snow. We went to the backyard, and in order to go to the backyard we had to jump the fence. We were having a great time; we made a snow fort, had a snowball fight, but when we were playing tag my brother tripped and twisted his ankle. We were going to take him back inside so we were about to leave but, he couldn’t climb over the fence and it was buried in the snow so we couldn’t move it. My friend Caleb, and his sister heard and we tried to move the fence together. Eventually they gave up, and went back home because their mom was calling them. Which made me kind of angry, but I realized that ninety five percent of friends don’t have that bond that family does. We stayed with

Being the middle child, my parents have always taken the older sibling on trips and so when the opportunity came around for a trip. The time was 11:00 am. The date was June 3rd, and the destination was San Francisco. When we arrived at the airport and were waiting to get on the plane the time flew by; 3 hours felt like 30 minutes. I waited anxiously for the plane to take off and when it did, my stomach turned upside down. I knew there was no turning back now. We landed at the San Francisco airport, and my parents told me we got a rental car, and I got to pick it out. I chose a slick, deep red Chrysler; the idea of that car gave me a spring in my step.

It was June 10, the day we got out of school and headed to the beach. It was our annual family trip to Myrtle Beach which meant going to Family Kingdom, River City, to the ocean, and playing around. I couldn’t wait it was finally time to go and as soon as we got on the highway my mom stops the car and turns around because she forgot her pillow. That didn’t really bother me because everyone forgets things. We were about two hours into the trip when my brother realizes that he forgot his phone. He complained the whole rest of the way how he wanted to go home and he didn’t want to go all because of his phone. But the best part was soon to come. We stopped at a convenient store to rest and get a snack. I got a bag of Chex Mix and a Blue Raspberry

During the drive to Dallas, I was in the passenger seat with my cousin driving. My cousin and my uncle would always fight about who would drive. My cousin does this because he cares for his dad so much, and he is always afraid of his dad pushing himself too far so that nobody has to drive. He has done this many times on trips but the Dallas drive was the one that I saw my cousin caring the most. Because of me being in the passenger’s seat, I had helped my cousin drive all the way to Dallas because he didn’t want his dad to do it.

The vacation started with us deciding to pack the rental car up the night before we left. Once we were done, the car was replete with all the beach essentials such as towels, drinks, snacks, swim suits, and of course, sunscreen. My dad, being an intelligent man, decided that it would be better for us to leave that night and drive halfway then stop instead of trying to cram in an eleven and a half hour ride into one day. However, there was a schism that took place when he told us this because my brothers didn’t want to leave just yet. Being supercilious boys, they didn’t think about the benefits of leaving early but were only concerned with finishing their game on Xbox. My dad concluded that it was an incumbent step to take in order for our vacation to go as smooth as possible and for us to possibly get there earlier.

Freshman year could definitely be the worst year of High School when it comes to your social life. This is the year where you can expand your friends to more than just people in your grade. This year is also a sad year because it is when you find out who your real friends are. High School is all about gaining new friends and losing what you thought were your friends. When I started my freshman year all I heard when I started was that your real friends will show and you fake friends will vanish. In my case this did not happen. Yes, when I got into Highschool I did grow farther apart to some of my friends, but I would never say that they have vanished from my life or anything like that.

Three years ago, on an early, hot July morning, it was time to begin our trip to Tallahassee and Perdido Key Florida. My parents were buzzing around the entire house to try to finish up the packing, and the last final details such as food, money, and all those things that adults have to worry about before a big trip. My brother, Zach, and I were sitting in my muggy living room with all of our bags watching Spongebob, trying to comprehend how we are possibly going make it through a 16 hour car ride. My parents aren’t too keen on flying, well, actually my mom isn’t too keen on flying. My parents rented a car for us to use on the trip, because my mom didn’t want to add anymore miles on our ten year old van. Basically my parents could not trust

Spring break is mainly a time of partying for most teenagers that go to my high school, but I was off to California with my girlfriend’s family to pretty much explore a whole other side of the U.S.

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

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.

“Brrrring” rang the alarm. When I woke up I had to take a shower. I woke up around 7:30am just before my grandma came to pick us up(my brother Chris, sister Megan, My mom, and I). We were going to Florida to go down to Disney. All of us are riding in two airplanes down to Disney, and this will be my first plane ride that I went on. My grandma picked us up at our house and the airport is an hour away from us. When we got to the airport it didn’t take long to get through the security to the wait room before we had to go on the airplane. We waited for about an hour for it to arrive and be al set to go.