Day 1
@Pyrrha: The shrill ring of the bell can be heard through the thick walls of the lecture hall. Over the shuffling of the massive class of students packing their desks into their bags, the professor can be heard shouting, "Don't forget you'll be quizzed on this material in Labs on Friday! Remember to review!" Before you even acknowledge the fact that you don't remember the room number for your next lecture, Saturnalus gives you a memo with the location, time and, though obviously not necessary, date of the class. Next to you, Ciera swings her backpack over her shoulder, careful not to snag her long, black hair beneath the strap. One of the few people you've met since the semester started about two weeks ago, you're mildly surprised she made it into such a prestigious college. Though not stupid by any means, she was perpetually late, foul-mouthed, and had school-work down near "solve world hunger" on her priorities list.
It's about noon; your next class doesn't start for a couple hours, though it's on the other side of campus and you have no method of transportation save walking. Your stomach rumbles slightly, reminding you that you haven't eaten lunch yet.
New Vocabulary in this post: Desks - an integral part of most schools' learning curriculum, desks are flat panels about 15 inches diagonally. Able to be collapsed to fit into a bag or purse, each desk is tied to its user, allowing them to view assignments, take notes, and view class materials for their various courses. Professors are able to update data regarding their class on their own desk, after which the updated data is sent to all students participating in that class upon their next sign-in. Due to the use of solar cells and having rather slow processors, desks never have to be plugged in or charged. Hacking the desk firmware is against the rules, but that doesn't mean it's never been done.