Fly In Day

It is about nine o-clock on a Sunday night. There is a cool breeze in the air that comes and goes as it pleases. There are no stars or moon in sight, but I am able to see the shape of a cloud nearby. Since I am able to see the shape of a cloud in the sky there must be some type of light in the sky, so the moon is probably above me somewhere not visible to me.

Many students are walking around the halls carrying loads of things. Some students are carrying clothing, others are carrying shoes, and bags of what seem to be McDonalds.

Across from me, there are a couple of guys carrying bags to their dorms. They take multiple trips up and down the stairs to retrieve things. Down from them is the second floor, and on the second floor there are two girls carrying boxes of what seem to be water bottles and Gatorade. These students must have just returned from a trip back home.

About fifteen minutes have passed and Garcia is really quiet. It is too quiet. I feel as if no one is in their dorms tonight.

Another five minutes pass by and everyone has decided to show up to their dorms. I see eight people on the third floor, thirteen people on the second floor, five people on the first floor, and underneath me, I hear multiple footsteps.

It looks like they all just returned from a concert. If it wasn’t for the packages I saw them carrying, I would have guessed this to be true. All of these students must have also just returned from a weekend trip back home.

On my floor there are multiple people walking into their dorms. They are all too far away, so it makes it difficult for me to get their attention from where I sit. One girl begins to walk towards me. I raise my head and give a little smile to greet her. The girl is my neighbor. She likes to draw paintings. Artist girl approaches me and asks me about my day. I tell her that it has gone quiet good and relaxing. She asks me about my weekend and I tell her I just returned from my own weekend trip back home. I then ask her where she is coming from, and she tells me that she was in Denver for the weekend visiting her parents. I asked her why she chose to leave this weekend back home and she told me it was because she had just finished taking her midterms, and she needed a weekend to relax.

Based off artist girl’s response, I am going to conclude that many of the students walking around carrying things, went home for the weekend to celebrate being finished with their midterms.

Garcia looks like an airport for incoming students, and judging from the amount of time in between sighting of students, there were many different flights scheduled to land in Garcia this Sunday night.