How I Spent My Vacation Essay

As a child, my parents shaped me into their ideal image of a little girl. The formation of their ideals actually started long before I first opened my eyes in the hospital. My story began back in 1988, when my parents met while working at Walt Disney World as cultural exchange workers from Canada. Their romance is a fairy tale. They had their first date at the Magic Kingdom, they spent all their days off on a Florida beach, and they experienced the technical magic that Disney is so well-known…

I had two days to pack my suitcase for a three-week vacation. I had two days to prepare myself that I was even going to be departing on a three-week vacation. Let's rewind to when I was placed on the waiting list for my ninth grade Quebec bursary trip. I was defeated, destroyed, heartbroken. Waitlisted is almost as bad as receiving a straight up “NO!” However only two days before the program was deemed to start, two days before we had to be in another province; 1589 kilometers away, my mother…

rule, my parents live in a graphical village in the south part of the country near to the historical Sparta. My village has a beautiful stone-built square with a bunch of plane trees that protect it from the sun during summer. Around the square, there are traditional cafes that serve, among other traditional desserts, baklava. This traditional dessert is so addictive that I spent my entire last summer vacations eating every day a piece of baklava. It was then I decided that I need to learn how…

Along with material culture, there was an abundance of speech acts throughout my Thanksgiving ritual. I noticed much talk about college and older family members giving college student family members advice about their career decisions. Thus, we participate in the “career advice ritual.” These statements include, “Make sure you attend class and get to know your professors” or “I hope you are participating in extra activities outside of class” or “Make sure that you can get a job out of college…

I had been to the beach before, many times in fact. My mother always believed that the ocean was where she belonged so I had been many times throughout my childhood. When I started living with my dad, and my stepmother Jennifer, the opportunity to visit the ocean was never a possibility due to no one ever wanting to go. I had begged to go to Florida for vacation every summer, but we always went to Ohio. The situation changed in the summer of 2015. Since my step sister, Cynthia would be…

September 22nd, 2015, I claimed my seat by the window of a Southwest plane, and leaned down to shove my large purple bag below my seat. I had put my headphones over my ears to escape the noises of the world around me. I turned my head to my dad and brother Taylor, they were adjusting to get comfortable, and then I rotated the opposite way to stare out the tiny window. It was a sunny afternoon, I was already thrilled to get out of high school, and to go to Florida was even better! I haven’t been…

I love going back in time, whether it 's through my old journals or blog posts and being reminded of the things that I was learning and grasping. Isn 't it disheartening how easily forgotten some of the big truths discovered throughout our lives are? I was reminded today, in the midsts of diaper changes, meltdowns, playdates and spit-up, of one of the greatest truths I luckily learned earlier on in my marriage. Within 6 months of being a married gal, nearly 6 years together with Ben, I learned…

decisions in my life was taking a gap year off after high school. I had all the time in the world to find out who I wanted to be and how I wanted to pursue my future. The lucky ways I was able to expand my knowledge was traveling and working full time. I also had time to do absolutely nothing. I am a huge believer that traveling is good for the heart and soul. Everyone should have a chance to experience different cultures and how others live. Also to relax and rewind because it's healthy for…

exactly the sunshines and rainbows it is described to be. I had always loved Christmas time and the ardent feelings that characterized this time of year. My mom, my younger sister Allison, and I decided to plan a trip to the magical world of Disney with my mother’s best friend and her son to celebrate a successful year. My excitement level pushed the stars, and in December of 2013 we jetted off to a family friendly vacation- or so we thought. I had been mildly sick throughout the entire month…

suffering from “nervous depression” and is treated by her husband’s beliefs. The two are on a summer vacation in a colonial mansion that the narrator, Jane, believes is similar to a “haunted house”. She has these suspicions of the house being haunted because the rental price was cheap and the mansion had been unattained. Her husband, John, is a doctor and recommends her to stay in her room throughout the vacation and breathe the air. Although, her husband wants her to stay in one place and not…