Nathan wondered, not for the first time, if he had chosen the right classes. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy them- he did, he found them very interesting- but he worried he wouldn’t be able to keep up in the long run. Intelligent was never the first word people used when describing him. He crushed the remains of his cigarette against the wall mounted ashtray in the smoking area and began his walk back to his dorm room. His backpack was thrown over one shoulder, the textbooks inside digging into his lower back as he walked. “I’m so done with this day” he groaned, climbing the stairs to his second floor dorm room. The room was unlocked- his fault, he’d run out in a hurry sometime around noon for his only class of the day and had barely managed to close it, let alone lock it. He was sure his roommate wouldn’t be too happy if he found out that Nathan was risking all of their personal belongings like this. The room was pretty simple, two beds, two desks, two wardrobes, one window, one door, but already the personalities of its occupants were beginning to show. Nathan had claimed the right-side of the room on the first day. He tossed his bag down on the desk chair, kicked off his sandy-brown loafers and collapsed on the bed. Thank God it was Friday. He needed about a week of sleep to recuperate before he’d be ready to do that again. He wasn’t himself when he was tired. And lately, he was always tired.