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John sluggishly pulled out his phone and scrolled in his notes where the name and location of his first class was typed out. He looked up in the middle of his stride to see the large campus of the university and realized that he'll be late if he wasted his time going through every building to find the correct one. He might even have to talk to someone and ask them for directions, much to his discomfort.

Luckily, he wasn't forced to rely on such a method as a much simpler and more obvious assistance made itself apparent to his goal. A large map plastered on a sign telling him the directions. He traced the lines from where he was to find the building he needed to go and let out a smirk of satisfaction. He managed to avoid human contact, which would've revealed his absolutely atrocious social skills. 

He quickly turned away from the map to reach his class in a haste. The quicker he arrives, the less eyes that'll be on him due to him showing up with a low amount of students already present. 

It seems he was too hasty though. Vertigo assaulted his senses as he felt the world twist and turn with a sudden headache not making in any better. He could've sworn he saw his vision be clouded up by a fog or mist for a second, but with a blink, clarity returned to his vision and balance was restored to his brain. 

"I should probably stop staying up [I]that[/I] late in the future if this is gonna be what awaits me more often," he complained to no one. 

Arriving at his first class, he put that odd feeling that occurred earlier behind him. Right now, he needs to focus on what will shape his future because that's all that matters now. The inner turmoil twisting in his gut seemed to aggressively deny his thoughts. 

[I]Who am I kidding? What kind of future is there for a piece of trash like me?[/I] A deprecating chuckle almost escaped his lips from the negative thoughts pervading his mind. That rotten ideology of his has corrupted his spirit and left what could be called a legacy of a misspent youth. 

John sat down in his seat after nervously glancing at his professor who acknowledged him with a nod of his head. He put his phone on battery save mode and decided to scroll through the latest news until class started.