Ivan was running and hoping he wasn't late. He'd had a rough morning: he'd gotten up about an hour before the alarm and couldn't fall asleep again. Things were uneventful from that point until he'd inexplicably gotten sucked into the senses of some other student, he didn't know who. He wasn't able to escape the trance until after he heard, through the other student's ears, the announcement for the assembly. Then with a groan he'd taken a few aspirin for the pounding headache he'd emerged from the trance with. 
Running didn't exactly do him much good, but he hated being late. He hurried into the building and squinted with discomfort at the amount of heat signatures packed into the place, and chose to sit in the least-occupied part, pulling the hood of his sweater over his head.