So there it is, the first bus. My mom dragged me out of bed at 4:00 AM just like every other Birkie to make sure we got there on time. I guess it’s kind of a veteran move because fifteen minutes later the parking lot becomes a crazy place filled with nasty things like lines and anxiety. However, if you show up at the parking area before the first bus has even pulled up to be loaded, you get to
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