[Spring] breaking tradition
By LISA DE LA TORRE | Mar. 20, 2013Before this year's spring break, the last vacation I'd been on that I could remember was to Puerto Rico when I was 7 years old. I spent the week having my hair braided by local women and playing with a Beanie Baby parrot that my mom bought me at the hotel gift shop, which I cried hysterically over after an overzealous playmate snapped off its TY tag in the heat of an argument. Needless to say, I was wholly unprepared for the booty-shaking, tequila-shotting, banana-boating sin that was rumored to ensue on the Xtreme Trips getaway my friends and I planned to attend this year. In our senior year, my pledge class is a group of 13 girls who've been friends since we were freshmen.

















