Last week, Butler students packed their bags and headed to their respective destinations for spring break. For some people, the destination was home, for an ambitious group it was to Tennessee to work on the Cumberland Trail and for some it was various parts of Florida.

But for four seniors enjoying their last spring break together, it was Cancun, Mexico.

My roommates and I had been planning a trip to Mexico since October when I brought the idea up while watching TV. My parents and sister were already going, why shouldn’t we tag along?

And so we did.

Flash forward to March 8, 2008, as my three roommates and I piled into my car and followed my family to Midway airport where we were on our way to fun and sun.

But is spring break really all drinks by the pool side and the occasional dip in the ocean? Or is there more to it than unlimited food and drinks?

As the little sister of one of my roommates pointed out, when she thinks of Cancun she thinks of drunk people. Is that really all it is, a week of debauchery?

Granted, on the bus to our hotel, we read an article in "Glamour" that said the average female will drink 10 alcoholic beverages a day on spring break and, deciding that we weren’t average, my roommates and I crushed that total on a daily basis.

But we did more than that.

We made some amazing friends and even rekindled some already amazing friendships.

Instead of being catty and fighting over boys, our group and a group of girls from Indiana University banded together and hung out on a daily basis. We all even became Facebook friends, exchanging wall posts and bumper stickers.

Instead of trying to hit on every boy we saw, we made genuine friends with a group of boys from the Naval Academy who, again, are now our Facebook friends and have also given us all a little more pride in our military after seeing them in a pool dance-off, or having attended a Michael Jackson impersonation show with them.

So true, we did come home with stories of my mother removing our drunken selves from the beach, or of not making it to dinner at night once or twice after being too hungover from the day.

But we also came home with a place to stay during "Little 5" at IU, friends who will be defending our country and a newfound respect for each other after having lived in one room with each other for seven days.

I mean how could my roommates and I not get closer after being bed buddies, ordering room service in the middle of the night, watching "Camp Nowhere" in Spanish (twice) and constantly saving each other from ourselves?

So next time people tell you that spring break is just for drunken college kids making fools of themselves, you tell them, “Yeah, but in that drunkenness is the start, and rejuvenation, of some beautiful friendships.”