When the bus stopped, Shay made a quite groan if frustration. People were beginning to get off and he was only in the middle of the bus. He gathered his stuff and whatever limited courage he had. His sister had always told him it only took five seconds of bravery to do anything, so he decided to just not think about it until he was in line. He started counting in Spanish, taking his mind off of it.

Uno, dos, tres...

As he climbed off the bus and lifted up his suitcase, which wasn't hard due to it's light weight. He quickly got in line, ignoring his serroundings and twirling a pencil in his hands.

Cuarenta, cuarenta y uno, cuarenta y dos...

He looked to see where the other students were going after they picked up their key. For the most part it seemed pretty split between the elevator and the stairwell. He decided to take the stairwell, as it would no doubt be cramped in the elevator. He smiled at himself, proud he was able to work at the situation objectively, even for a little while. He focused back on the line and his counting.