I stare out the window 

as the green hills of the Marin Headlands rush by

I step out of the car, my heavy duffel bag weighing down my shoulders 

as I walk down the path to the campfire like many students before me.

I feel the excitement buzzing in the air as I glimpse my friends.

I scan the landscape of my new temporary home.

As I lay in the old bunk bed I feel the wind slowly blowing in through the

 open window, the cold air stinging my cheek. I think of the traditions like this one that make my school home.