With all of the spring breakers flying in from all over the country, I suppose the baggage claim folks were backed up. But I didn’t mind the wait. The terminal was jam-packed and swarming with dime pieces—most of whom looked like they’d come from exotic parts of the world I’d only seen on the Discovery Channel. I was so sidetracked by staring at all of the females, it was quite possible my luggage had been circling for the last half an hour and I’d just missed it. We hadn’t even made it to the beach yet, and already, it felt good to be away from the campus for a while. After being accused of being HIV-positive for the greater part of the semester, taking orders from the Kappas and doing all kinds of ridiculous things as part of their “prepledge” process, the whole election speech meltdown and blowing my midterms, I just needed some time to chill and clear my head. While waiting, the five of us talked about everything. Our conversations helped keep our minds off of our missing luggage and made time fly by.
