Ah yes, the standard once a year "hello, my name is blank" routine. A ritual expected of japanese students everywhere. People went up and down the aisles, when it came to Ken's turn, he got up from the very back, made his journey to the front, cleared his throat and stated flatly "Yamada, Ken." And he returned to his seat.

No fanfare, no event. Just a name, four syllables. It was as simple as any other, and it held no personal meaning to him, not that many things did.

The class day went by uneventfully, Ken took his notes rather neatly, but quickly enough he had time to daydream or look around in between points. The first thing he wanted to look for was if anybody in his class suffered the Lhermitte effect, unfortunately, he didn't have enough information about it to make a solid judgement. He didn't know if it started minor and ramped up over time, if it caused something like paralysis in the host making it less obvious, or any number of other things that would make it a subtle infection. For a moment, he thought he saw somebody in the classroom stare at the floor with horror, but it could have been anything, hell, it could have been an insect. 

Back to the academia, math was no issue, nor history, english gave him a small amount of trouble, so he made sure his notes were extra detailed, he had half a mind to go over them again tonight. At the thought of tonight, he remembered hearing previously that there would be dorms available this year, he pondered whether they were for all students and if he would get one. Furthermore, who would he be with? and what would he be allowed to bring?

The questions buzzed away in his head, completely overshadowing his thoughts on the hallucination disease, and finally, just as he was thinking about what color drapes he would like in his dorm bedroom, class ended for lunch.

"About time" He stated to nobody in particular as he stood up and stretched, grabbing his things and making his way to the exit.