Superheroes are Normal?

You decided that you were done for the day, and you should just take a good old shower to make you feel rejuvenated again. Showers are universally therapeutic to everyone, unless you’re a psychopath.

After you shower, you were introduced to your dorm room, which was basically just a direct copy of everyone else’s dorm room, but you can always buy some cool posters and lights to spice up your room a bit. For some reason, you really wanted one of those fluffy-rugs. You didn’t know why, you just did.

Instead of being an absolute procrastinator, you sit at the oak-wood desk that was shoved against the wall of the room, and pull out your homework and study materials. You were the best teacher that you knew, meaning that you taught yourself better than anyone else could. You have never been so thankful for this trait in your lifetime, because today you realized just how bad Mr. Coffins is teaching not only physics, but literally every other subject. Ever.

After about forty-five minutes of hard-core studying, you realized it was time to go eat dinner. Better hurry up or the line will get way too long.

You have 1 choice: