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Mikhail had to force himself out of bed. He stared at the alarm clock that he barely remembered unpacking and glared at it. 6 in the morning??? Ridiculous. That was way too early. Then again, maybe staying up until 4 watching cat videos wasn't the best idea....The clock started going off again, this time reading 6:05. Dammit, he had fallen asleep again. He didn't know how his roommate was doing, but none of them seemed interested in getting it up and turning it off. Mikhail groaned and felt under his pillow. Finding an old Nokia cellphone, he slammed it down on the alarm clock, enough to turn it off, then threw the cell phone across the room as incentive. After about ten minutes of staring, he finally got out of bed to see if the phone was broken. It wasn't, as usual. Mikhail yawned and tossed the phone back behind him, where it clattered under the bed. The room right now was a mess (he hadn't finished unpacking last night) with only his tech stuff neatly organized. He agonizingly put on his clothes and got ready.

About a half-hour later, Mikhail was hopelessly lost in the halls, trying to find where to go for orientation. The map of the school hadn't helped much, not to mention he forgot to charge his iPad. He had never been very good with directions. Finally, through what he thought was luck, he happened upon the auditorium. It seemed to have started already, so he stood in the back, listening.