Skill foundations, what does that even mean?

You walk into a class of about 20 people and sit down. Quickly, the class fills up and a tall looking black guy sits down next to you giving you the old 'what’s up' eyebrow raise. You open your mouth to say something but then get cut off by a young-looking guy in a cardigan who walks into the room and is sitting on the desk at the front.

“Alright guys, so let’s be honest about this. Since you are first years, the uni doesn’t really feel like you guys are going to do any study whatsoever, and the failure rate for first years really backs that statement up, so, luckily for you guys, you get three of these sessions per week, where for an hour you get dedicated study time. This first week nothing was taught, so take the time to get to know some of the other people around you. If anyone has any questions let me know.”

After that the guy in the cardigan (presumably the teacher?) takes a seat and pulls out his phone. Almost instantaneously you hear:

“Wassup girl, I’m Tyrone.”

“Look,”

You gesture at the guy at the front sitting on his chair scrolling through some app.

“He’s already on Instagram, the uni isn’t even gonna hide the fact that this class is a joke. Anyway I'm Isabel. You here as a part of physio or a different course?”

He gives you a smile, “Physio? Nah Bell, I'm just a lowly nutrition student. Apparently all us first years need specific study classes, so we don’t fail nothin’. But hey, means I get to sit here and do nothing but talk to lovely ladies like you.”

He flashes you a smile which you are certain has moistened many a pair of panties in the past.

“Lucky me, so Rone, why nutrition?”

“Rone huh, thas how it’s gonna be? Anyway, I'm an athlete so I care about what I put in my body and I think other people should too. I’m here on a scholarship to play basketball so at the moment that’s my main priority.”

“Interested in what other people put in their bodies aye? Also, a baller. Sounds like you are going to be king of campus.”

“Haha! I’d like to be. Hmmm, I don’t mind you Bell, so I tell you what? Me and my boys are throwin’ a party this Saturday night. My place is within walking distance and there’s gonna be more than a few people comin’. You down to party?”

“Tempting, partying with you and your boys Rone, what girl could ever say no to that?”

“Ah don’t make it sound like that haha, but we gotta start the semester off with a bang and this is the perfect way to do it, you got your invite now I hope to see you there. Anyway I got practice soon so I’m out, see ya later Bell.”

As he leaves, he shoots you a wink which would have most girls swooning. Sadly for him, not you, but you are interested in his offer to party. Fingers crossed it isn’t a sausage fest. For the rest of class, you sit around doing nothing, people are a little too close to risk pulling out the AMA so you figure you’d better wait.

You leave 5 minutes early just to make sure you have time to get changed into your tennis gear and be on time for this meeting.