[h3]Angelica Casey[/h3]
The Sun had gone down by the time Angelica had finished he dinner at the cafeteria. She made it back to her dormitory room ten minutes before curfew, and took a moment to appreciate the starry night sky prior to shutting the window. She took her time washing up and making preparations for the next day, and then spent the last hour before bed uploading the photos she had taken earlier to her laptop and sorting them out. Her photography work was one of several things that she took pride in, and from her personal experience, only a few shots out of a couple of hours of shooting would be portfolio worthy. She was sufficiently focused on the task to nearly lose track of time, causing her to go to sleep at a time that was a little later than ideal, but she doubted that it would be much of an issue. It was probably too early in the term to be falling asleep during classes.
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The following day seemed to be slightly better than the day before. The mandatory classes were surprisingly interesting and not too strenuous, though, she knew that she could not expect to get through them with such ease once things started to pick up, likely when the next week came around. She also got to see the people she had already personally spoken with in yesterday's classes and got acquainted with new ones. All of her classmates seemed friendly or at least polite, which was a good thing. She would not want to make enemies for no good reason. That would be especially unfavorable for anyone if the workload got to a point where they all needed one another's help.

She got to see Alex and Erik again in art class, and took the opportunity to request for their contacts. She was rather surprised to see the latter. She imagined that he would have chosen another additional class after what he had told her when they had first met at the cafe. She said nothing about it, however, and welcomed his company as always. As expected, the material delivered for the first art lesson was rather basic, and having studied the content before, Angelica was bored nearly to the point of frustration, but she was satisfied knowing that this was one of the classes that she would do exceptionally well in. Needless to say, her naturally-phlegmatic demeanor kept such feelings a secret from nearly everyone present, even as she amused herself with the thought of simply submitting one of her past works as her homework assignment since she was almost always working on art.

She guessed that physical education was the only class where students could do away with the business formal dress code. The first lesson involved some sort of running test, which was quite a bore as well, but she figured that it could not always be like that. It turned out that there was a wide range physical fitness levels among the students, with some being in top shape while others lagged behind. Angelica did not do too badly herself, though, she was far from the best. She foresaw this class being a good stress reliever when one would be needed. She headed to her locker after the workout, tugging at the scrunchie that held her hair in a messy bun to let her waves down as she took sips from her oddly-shaped neon bottle. Despite the exercise not being too enjoyable, she was grateful to have been able to do it before she started on the work she had planned for the afternoon.