Shit shit shit. He was late for his classes, his 'smart' idea to schedule them at 11 am or later not working. he was running across the Harvard campus, books and computer gripped in one hand as the other trust to stop his backpack from falling

He goes to round the corner of the Westminster building, not looking where he's going. As he makes it across the corner he slams into someone, stumbling backwards and holding his head.

"Fuck! Sorry..." He mutters holding a palm to his forehead