At seven fifteen, Joshua's alarm sounded off. But he didn't stir, not that the alarm didn't wake him up. He waited a few minutes before finally turning it off. He then sat up in bed and rubbed his eyes: he was still quite tired, but his jet-lag wasn't as bad as the day before. After taking a nice warm shower to wake his senses, he sat down at a small table in his room and ate a bowl of cereal, looking at his schedule.
Wind studies at eight.. This should be interesting. He thought as he munched on his breakfast. Since he was so close to the class, he figured he would wait till twenty to eight. No rush.