Lester rubbed his eyes as he stepped through the wide doors to the school only to be greeted by the loud noises of squealing first years. He was fresh of the metaphorical boat, which was actually a plane. He had went to visit his family back in America during the school holidays and had just arrived back the day before school started. He was still considerably jet lagged, but kept his cool throughout the strange looks a lot of the new students shot at him and his obscure appearance. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt with the faded logo of the Dead Kennedy's printed on it and a truckers cap this time with the logo of some bar on it. Along with this, he had jeans on and some old sneakers that had been worn far past their prime. On his back he carried one large camping bag and a smaller gym bag along with a guitar case in his hand. 

He made his way through the bustling crowds, taking care not to knock anyone over or accidentally swing a guitar case into their teeth. He slid the small folded up map out of his back pocket and opened it up using the thumb of his spare hand and his teeth. He had circled where his new dorm room was, he had gotten moved from his last room-mate after they got into a small scrap and it ended up in a broken window and a lot of hurt feelings. He made an attempt to grab at one of the complementary apples, but was quickly caught by a teacher and sent to his dorm before he got in any more trouble.

He made his way up the stairs, each step getting more and more difficult as he realized how lazy he well and truly was. He hadn't climbed this many steps since last semester, he'd spent the entire holiday sleeping in his old bed and listening to records in his 'garden'. He finally made it to his dorm and booted open the door to reveal his room-mate hadn't made it there yet. This was good for Lester, he wouldn't have to put up with making small talk while he put up his stuff and could get straight to the banter of picking at every little object of his room-mates possessions. He stuck the few posters he had on his side of the room, various bands like the Smiths, Primus, The Stooges among others all littered his wall now. His guitar sat in it's case under his bed, the neck sticking out slightly to make it easy for him to take it out. His clothes were all in his wardrobe and he had shoved the bags he carried them in on top of said wardrobe. He finally lay on his bed, staring at the door and waiting for his room-mate to enter. Eventually this got insanely boring and by eventually I mean within the first 15 seconds so he quickly scavenged around for his I-pod within his guitar case and began to listen through one ear-bud.