First day's were always hectic. He hated them, even though he knew they were a necessity. He always felt a little sick--from stress-- but that would pass, as soon as he acclimated himself to the environment and actually knew where everything was. Then he'd be able to stop freaking himself out.<br/><br/>Not that he looks particularly bothered. A well-worn metaphorical mask of stoicness covers his face, keeping those around him from seeing within.  He wore what was, to him, subdued colors today, not wanting to stand out too much. A dark green, thin, long-sleeved shirt was coupled with a pair of worn, but still in good condition, denim jeans. His feet were covered by simple black sneakers; unlike probably anybody else here, they were some noname, generic brand.<br/><br/>It's not that Luc didn't have money to burn; he did. it's just that he was, above and beyond anything,a  pragmatist. And these fifteen dollar no-name shoes were just as good as some hundred dollar designer pair.<br/><br/>As he walked along, he was aware of a few other students milling around. He moved up to the glass doors of the central building, and as he opened the door, caught sight of a girl behind him. Being something of a gentleman, apparently, he would step to the side, holding the door open for the girl behind him, a thin, slightly sheepish smile on his face.