Human Migration

Today, my friends, I witnessed a great scene.

It was a slightly chilly Wednesday morning, and I found myself rising from slumber at an ungodly hour: 6 a.m. My reasons were valid for I had to finish typing a mass communications paper due at 8:30. Without my trusted mactop, it left me one option--the library. Thus, I intended to be the first one there at 7 a.m. when the great doors would open, revealing the needed computers inside.

I groggily drove to school, found an amazing parking spot (for who else would be up at this time?), and began the treck to the ominous building as the sun began to sparkle above me.

As I walked in a trance-like state, I noticed something odd. Fellow students began to file in in front, behind, and on sides on me, following the same path as I. This is when I realized. I was a part of the 6:45 migration to the library.

It was a beautiful thing to witness, and I realized it probably happened everyday. Yet, this was my first experience seeing the mass migration. Each student had the same sleep deprived gaze and slight drool running down from the corners of their mouth.

"Oy vey!" I thought. "Look at what I have been missing!" I chuckled to myself and made a mental note to blog about it. I then quickened my pace in an attempt to beat the girl walking next to me.