Jameson stretched his arms as he got off the bus, yawning loudly. He had managed to sleep the whole way there, and still looked like he was a little bit out of it as he lifted his glasses and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He dragged at bulging duffle bag behind him, a messenger bag hanging around his shoulders, and also apparently stuffed nearly to the breaking point. He adjusted his white long-sleeved shirt then began to make his way towards the dorms. He dug into his pocket to find his room assignment. He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper that told him he would be in room 7. He was eager to unpack and prepare for the start of his 3rd year at school.