How writer spent her summer vacation
In the midst of the chaos of the last months of school work, college decisions and studying, I managed to flee the country and go on a school trip to Dublin, Ireland, over spring break. The trip was organized by two Inglemoor High English teachers, who have taken a group of Inglemoor students on the same trip to Dublin for eight consecutive years.
Last week, my family and I went out to dinner. A normal family activity you might think, but not this time. Last week was the first time in months that we had gone out to eat. What used to be a weekly ritual, turned into a rare occurrence after the market took a dramatic turn last October. My family is pretty plugged into the business world, so I am used to lectures and family discussions about bad loans and the dismal housing market.
Despite how much it pains me to admit this, I have a confession to make: I have let myself become victimized by a chronic illness. You guessed it; senioritis is in the air, and has struck me with a particularly bad case that shows no signs of leaving.
Last December, I had the opportunity to prepare and serve dinner to the 90 homeless citizens of Tent City IV at St. John Vianney Parish in Kirkland with a group of Inglemoor High’s Key Club members. Preparing the meal for such a large group was a challenge, but serving the meal and socializing with the homeless was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life.