Head to your first class of the day

For the rest of the morning, Mark spent time just chilling in Tiffany’s dorm room. He didn’t have to get up until just before midday for his first class.

Dressed and ready, his textbook and laptop in his hands, it was time to go to class.

It was officially week three of the first semester, it didn’t feel like that much had changed. New freshman students had arrived and it felt nice for Mark to not being at the bottom of the food chain.

As he headed down the staircase in East Hall, he looked around the common room below him to see who was around.

While heading for the main door, he noticed Jess, the brunette campus cocktease, sitting on the sofa couch with multiple guys around her, just trying to get any little bit of attention from her. They looked like Freshman, they had no idea what they were getting themselves into, Mark thought to himself.

Jess looked in his direction as he departed, she gave him a quick wink before bringing her attention back to the newly eager boys in front of her.

Strolling outside, Mark felt the cool breeze and the nice natural light of the bright morning sun.

“Morning Mark,” said a fellow student walking past him.

“Morning Tim.”

Mark continued heading towards the building that his first class was being held.

“Mark my man! What’s happening,” another guy said, giving him a fist bump as he walked past.

“Yoooo Mark, how’s it hanging,” another person said.

There was probably another 4-5 people that did the same as he got to the classroom. Something that still felt cool to him after not having that kind of attention in his first year at college.

Waiting at the classroom door was a good friend of his...