This may be a sports blog, but for now, it's my life blog. The following is a detailed account of one of the most powerful experiences of my life: an Appalachia service trip to Roanoke, VA with 12 amazing classmates and many more into the week.
A lot of seniors spend their spring break boozing on beaches, dancing at clubs and getting their tans on in tropical locations around the globe. That sounds like a hell of a lot of fun, and there's a good chance I may have done that if it hadn't been about $1,500 to pull off. But now that Spring Break is over, I can safely say there is nothing in the world I would have chosen over the Appalachia service trip to Roanoke, Virginia that I attended.
Thirteen Boston College students — most of us total strangers — loaded onto a bus with several other BC groups bound for the beautiful state of Virginia. Four guys, nine girls. Three seniors, one junior, five sophomores and four freshmen. Those numbers included our leaders, Danny and Tatiana (a senior and junior, respectively), who gathered the group for dinner and introductions that Saturday night before departing. A lot of us were quiet, and a lot of us didn't know what to expect of the week ahead. One of our activities that night was to write down one hope and one fear for the coming week. We pocketed the pieces of paper with our hopes. We tossed those with our fears into the fire from the grill out back.
A lot of seniors spend their spring break boozing on beaches, dancing at clubs and getting their tans on in tropical locations around the globe. That sounds like a hell of a lot of fun, and there's a good chance I may have done that if it hadn't been about $1,500 to pull off. But now that Spring Break is over, I can safely say there is nothing in the world I would have chosen over the Appalachia service trip to Roanoke, Virginia that I attended.
Thirteen Boston College students — most of us total strangers — loaded onto a bus with several other BC groups bound for the beautiful state of Virginia. Four guys, nine girls. Three seniors, one junior, five sophomores and four freshmen. Those numbers included our leaders, Danny and Tatiana (a senior and junior, respectively), who gathered the group for dinner and introductions that Saturday night before departing. A lot of us were quiet, and a lot of us didn't know what to expect of the week ahead. One of our activities that night was to write down one hope and one fear for the coming week. We pocketed the pieces of paper with our hopes. We tossed those with our fears into the fire from the grill out back.
