Chance awoke with a start, breathing deeply as he sat up. The room was dimly lit and many ice packs were applied to various parts of himself, though this didn't seem to help much with the shooting pains he was experiencing in his muscles and deep, intense, pounding pain that he was experiencing in his skull, no doubt a result of last nights flux. He clambered out of his bed, brushing off the many ice packs before popping two Advil, sipping from a water bottle on his bedside table. Today was the day, the day that he was supposed to start at the academy. He had been looking forward to this day for a long while, though as much as he wanted to be happy, he just couldn't seem to think about much other than the fact his first class started in twenty minutes, he still needed to get ready, the fact that it would take him a good twenty to twenty-five minutes to get there, even with how fast he was now able to go on his disc, not to mention the intense pain he was experiencing. The fact of the matter is, he was going to be late. Very late. 

He saw no reason to rush as he was going to be late inevitably, and his moving too quickly would most likely only increase his pain. Not that he didn't think it mattered if he was late, and he definitely didn't want to make a bad impression, it was just he felt that if he was already going to be late, there was no reason in him decreasing his chances of his headache going away. So he grumbled and grumbled, dragging himself to the shower, rinsing off the dirt and grime from last nights practicing, the warm water alleviating some of the ache in his muscles and calming the thumping in the skull. After he dressed himself and packed up his gear he grabbed his large duffle bag and said goodbye to his father, though they didn't live that far from the academy he and his father both had a sneaking suspicion that they wouldn't be seeing too much of each other in the upcoming year.

Chance hopped onto his disc and made his way down to the academy, earning more than a few glares and snickers respectively from passing staff and students alike, no doubt for the fact that was was nearly an hour late. Chance was quickly shown his living quarters for the upcoming year, where he threw his bag onto the bed before nearly slamming the door to rush down to where he was told his first class of the year.

Chance rushed down the halls, positively bursting through the door as soon as he reached his "classroom", not wanting to waste another second. [color=lime]"Hi all! I'm Chance, pleased to meet you, Sorry I'm late!"[/color] He said, in a rushed, loud and nearly incomprehensible tone before taking a spot a bit aways from everyone else, letting out a deep sigh and a quick shake of the head, hoping to not have made too bad a first impression.