Go to Vishnevsky's class, but forget to get dressed

Naomi sighed, "fine, whatever. I'll transfer to Vishnevsky's class."

"Perfect!" the lady consoled her, "the first day is tomorrow at 8."

"Yippy!" Naomi sighed with mock glee as she left the building and streaked back to her dorm.

The next day, she groaned out of bed and sauntered across the quad, her eyes lined with dark circles that were made worse by the fact that she had neglected to put makeup on in her state of fatigue. When she got to the room, she saw that there were only three other students. They all seemed as tired as her, but their eyes were wide and their mouths agape as they stared straight at her.

Naomi wondered what the fuss was about before looking down and seeing nothing but her backpack on her. Her heart sank as she realized that she had never put any clothes on after the incident with Dr. Glasnow. Last night, she was so preoccupied with getting to bed early enough and setting enough alarms that it didn't cross her mind, and after waking up, she was still so tired from her new sleep schedule, and so preoccupied with the possibility of having to do weird stuff in the class, that she had oddly enough completely forgotten to get dressed before slinging on her backpack and trudging her way to class.

Naomi thought her next steps through her brain fog.