Spring Break blues

As I get back into the swing of things with school and work, I think about spring break every single day. How simple it was. How getting up late, enjoying myself for 5 days straight with my friends on a beach was so easy. I know people always say it's back to reality but it really is a downer. This year was my first time experiencing a spring break destination and I don't know how people ever did it. Fun week of adventure and excitement just to come back to Kearney, Nebraska to study, work at nights, and struggle to get by every day. Not to mention the moment I got back into Nebraska I got sick. Well the countdown continues until the next spring break which probably won't happen since I'm sure I'll be paying my parents back for the rest of my life.

The Case of the Padre Thief

When people think of spring break on South Padre Island they think of beaches, sun, palm trees, friends and most importantly no school. All twenty-one of us who made the twenty-hour drive from Kearney to Texas were all ready for five carefree days in paradise. The trip started out as planned. Heading to the beach, swimsuits on and cocktails in hand. I was shocked to see thousands and thousands of college students flooding the beach with their university flags flown high in the warm, spring wind. As we got closer, booths advertising certain products were stationed along the sand offering services like free leg shaving or giving bottles of coca cola to every student who gave them a glance. As we moved down the beach there was loud music being blared from speakers, students throwing a football, and girls just catching some rays from the Texas sun. All typical events that happen when school isn’t in session for those seven glorious days.
The next few days carried on with similar events all exciting and adventurous as the days and nights before. Soaking up the sun during the day and busting a move at the local clubs at night. On Thursday, day three of our get-a-way, who knew that we would come off our spring break high with a crashing downer? Friday morning when Bridget woke from her sleep she had stayed the night in our condo across from the Saida Resorts. When she arrived back at her condo at the east side of the resort she called us from her phone to ask if we had spotted her Coach brand clutch purse. We tore our condo apart, lifting couch cushions, rearranging pillows, looking under beds and basically looking in any nook and cranny to find the missing bag. After many minutes of my roommates and I searching, the bag was still unable to be found. Every option of where the bag could be rushed our minds and were asked to Bridget as to where the bag was. Taylor, a friend who was sharing my particular condo, was also worried about the missing bag because her cellular phone was also there. Everyone, just trying to figure out the mystery, was spitting out question after question. As more people got involved with the search more and more people were convinced that the bag had been on the counter that night before, even prior to Bridget coming to our condo. As pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, another member of our spring break crew was frantically searching for his new camera, which had ironically last been seen right next to Bridget’s bag on the countertop. Now, this wasn’t some plain Jane camera, this was a camera that had cost over $2000. As word of the missing items started to spread through the word of mouth more and more people were realizing certain clues to tie our mystery together. People were questioning the people we knew not only in our own condo but also condos to every side of us. Another group of gentlemen also said that their door had been wide open that same night.
Tempers still continued to flare as people were in search of the missing items. Trying to find any missing clue as to who stole the belongings. After figuring out that the items weren’t simply misplaced, everyone not in our group was considered a suspect. The next morning, the day we were to head back to our college town, I reached for my wristlet purse from the counter. I reached into see how much money I had left I realized that the stack of twenties I had previously counted was missing. I kept recounting and recounting hoping for it to be simply folded down below the other bills I had in this mini purse. Still, the five twenties I had folded in a bunch were gone.
As I began to worry about my missing money, I realized one thing. I realized that nothing would be able to be done about any of our missing items on the trip. Those items that we had cherished dearly were gone forever. Overall spring break is a great time to relax with friends and kick back before the end of semester but always remember to lock your door and never underestimate the greed in anyone. It is still a mystery and the Padre thief will never be caught and brought to justice.

girls gone...not so wild

As I was looking for information about spring break I came across an interesting article. According to MSNBC, The American Medical Association is warning women to be safe during spring break. In the article it stated that 83% of college women and graduates say that spring break involves heavy drinking and 74% said that spring break results in an increase of sexual activity. This data wasn't only taken from friend experiences but also "first-hand" experiences. Several girls reported "getting sick from drinking, blacking out, and having unprotected sex or sex with more than one parter." The article was administered online and had a random sample of 644 women. One student even said it was nice of the AMA to send out this warning but she doubted any students will pay any attention to it at all.

Like other students, I'm heading on a spring break trip. My destination choice: SOUTH PADRE! I couldn't be more excited but I do worry about the dangers it could entail. My plan is to be safe, be smart, and have fun!

If you want to check out the article here's the link!!!! http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/11726292/

a blog i follow...

I forgot to link this! Sorry everyone! A blog, I find humorous and entertaining is justsaylo.com. She's witty and funny in her every day experiences and I really think it's fun to read! Check it out!

Here is the link! www.justsaylo.com

slumdog love!

After the Oscars I had to go see it. The hype was killing me. I was a little aprehensive and unsure about this movie and was almost positive I wasn't going to like about it. After paying the 7 dollars to get in to the movie only one thought was running through my head. "This better be good!" To my surprise, I loved it! I thought it was amazing. There wasn't one minute where I was let down or bored. I was glued to the screen for 2 hours and didn't want it to end. I think it was well deserved of it's success and wish more movies would move and encourage me like this one did! Two thumbs up! My advice to everyone...SEE SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE! :)

get used to it!

Already in a panic, I start pacing up and down the rows in my little two-door car searching for a parking spot, knowing that if I hit the wrong time of day I was destined for a parking ticket. Those little expired stickers placed at the corner of my windshield wouldn't stop those uniformed and unarmed people we call "campus police" from slipping a ten or fifteen dollar ticket under my wiper. I am a parking ticket professional, if you will. I have seen several of those white tickets flapping in the wind on the outside of my car as I drive away from any parking lot on campus but honestly, it's my own fault. Parking here can, indeed,be frustrating especially when more parking permits are sold than there are parking spots. Even when I lived in the dorms and had a valid parking permit, parking on a random Tuesday afternoon was impossible. There were times where I parked a block away from my dorm just because there wasn't anywhere else to go. I understand that parking is an issue at any college or university. Finding that much room for thousands of students to park has to be impossible, I'm sure. I personally don't make parking here at UNK a huge issue. Sure, it can be upsetting when you're running late for class and all you need is a parking spot. Or when you slide that dime into the parking meter just because you are only going to be a minute in the bookstore buying a pack of pencils and the line for the registers is wrapped around the entire store. After waiting in line for over 45 minutes you return to your car, only to find public safety standing outside your vehicle right as your meter is expired. I get it. I completely understand. I've been in several situations where getting a parking ticket was the last thing I needed in my day. But why complain till the cows come home? People throwing fits about having to walk a block to class is a little rediculous. Especially if people understand and take a look at where our campus is located. Our university's location doesn't provide very many possibilities for more parking. Sure now with Follets being closed, more parking may open up but what's the big deal. I think people are lazy and aren't realizing the facts. The fact is, it's probably never going to get better. Purchase a bike or wear more comfortable shoes and head out a few minutes earlier. That advice is all I can give those who want something done about the parking on campus. It's not going to happen! Until something miraculous happens and more parking becomes available get used to parking on the street and make sure you're not in the yellow!