Go through the halls first

Alex went through the gates, wheels of his suitcase bumping into the catheads and cobblestone road to the main entrance, his hair flowing behind his curious face as he turned left and right, clutching his bag to himself close. With some grunts and whines, he opened the giant, beech door stepped into his new life. As a history student, primarily focused on the last few centuries, he knew about most of the important and interesting places in Montana, but Stanford Creek as a whole, but the University especially has always been a bit of a mystery to outsiders. He dreamt of walking upon it is halls, now finding them...quite mundane. Juniors, seniors, geniuses, and jocks walking side by side in their own circles, but all in movement.

Quite confused by both normalcy and pace at which everything was moving, he quickly started strolling through the halls himself, trying to navigate to the dorms, which was not a chore, considering that arrows hanging from the ceiling clearly showed the way. As he walked, he could not get over the fact most were tall enough to tower over him, even girls seemingly all being part of the basketball team. His face quickly turned into annoyed pout, like it usually did when he found anything even barely unpleasant. But, as he was walking, something caught his attention. A small, shining jewel on the ground under a bench, in a place where only he with his size could see it. He got on his knees, picking it up and looking around to see if somebody was looking for it. Upon seeing none did, he looked down to get a better view of it.