Marc's face was bright and full of enthusiasm. He had just signed up for the gardening club after having a fairly lengthy conversation with the advertiser of it. As it turned out, the school had won a few stone guards ing competitions and had a magnificent set of them. He then went along, signing up for the gymnastics, and running club. Each of them astonished at his peak physicallity and impressive record. Flattered, Marc would smile, and try to tone them down. He'd say it wasn't that big of a deal that he was a state champion for gymnastics, or ran a 4:59 mile. Those titles weren't important to him. He was in it for the fun. 
However, he was really excited when he looked at the long list of names applying for the martial arts club. He thought the school had a strong club. He turned up and smiled to the registration as he signed his name. The registration clerks eyes widened as he looked at Marc's martial arts record. He was the worlds leasing expert on a number of martial arts, and a world class tournament fighter. He smiled to him, competition in his eyes, he could feel his heart beating. "So when's the first meeting?" He asked. 
"This Tuesday." The reception clerk said, recovering his wit. Marc thanked him and walked off, into the crowd. As he walked through he took stock of a number of different people, then he zoned out for a few minutes and kept walking. Next thing he knew he bumped into some people having a conversation, and felt embarrassed. 
"Pardon me..." He looked at his name tag, " Matt".