Valencia Ingram

Who's Professor Moleskine

At last, we arrived at the senior trip destination: Barcelona, Spain. One-by-one all the seniors trudged sleepily to their hotel rooms. As soon as I enter the room, I collapse face-first onto the bed fully clothed from my head to my shoes. I could feel myself drifting to sleep, then suddenly the undesired sound of knocking came from the door. My room buddies turn their glances to me due to the unspoken rule: the closest hotel buddy to the door opens it. Reluctantly, the words "Who is it?" leave the left corner of my mouth in a groan.