'Ah, I can't believe I slept in!' Harold thought in a panic as he rushed onto school grounds. 'I wonder what the class will think-- Ah crap, my hair!'
Passing some reflective glass on his way to his class, Harold noticed how disheveled he looked: head to toe was a sleep-driven mess; dark blond hair a tangled mess, glasses askew, tie in a knot, and laces about, all were given signs of his late awakening. He did what he could to fix his mess as he continued his way down the hall. He straightened his shirt, retied his tie, repositioned his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and brushed his fingers through his hair. He stopped just before the door to the class and nodded to himself, 'This will have to do.'
Harold grasped the doorknob with his thin hand and took a deep breath. Beyond the door he could hear the voice of whom he believed to be his teacher. He twisted the doorknob and opened the door, stepping into the class where he saw a dozen of students sitting in their desks before the teacher. He could hardly take in the differing features of each students face in the embarrassed state. "Um, hi? I'm the new student." He said with a twitchy smile; normally he'd be quite outgoing when joining a new class, but he was in a complete different country than what he was used to and did not want to step beyond the line.