Nico paced for a second or two, staring at the ceiling as she tried to think of something to do to waste time until the bonfire. She understood why the camp didn't have wifi, but it would have really been useful inbetween activities if only for something to do. She supposed that as time went on and they made more friends their free time would be filled with chatter at the very least. That is if she did make more friends.
"No idea, how long is it until the bonfire anyway? We could take a little wander around the grounds I suppose, maybe find something interesting around here. Unless you've got some ideas about how to kill time?"

Mya's smile faded ever so slightly at Skylar's response. "Oh well good then. I'm available if you have any questions." Mya's ever polite demeanor won out even though she didn't particularly feel like offering this newcomer any help.

Clearing her throat, Mya stood from the bed. "I'm gonna go look around a bit." She gestured toward the door over her shoulder. "You know in case anyone does need some help." Mya couldn't keep the sarcasm out of her voice and as she turned to leave she said "I'll see you at the fire tonight."

Closing the door behind her Mya walked out into the warm day. She'd explore a little. Maybe find some new hideouts. So she headed up the path that led around to the other side of the lake.

Caleb Holderson

Despite the Wiki Wiki Fire Ring not being in use for almost a year now, the smell of old smoke and pine ripped through the air and assaulted the duo's noses. The Fire Ring was shaped like an amphitheater, with path leading down towards a massive fire pit, and with a horeshoe like of seat around it. The area itself was in a pit, so each seat behind the other sat at a slightly higher elevation.

Despite the smell of the old fire ring, Caleb sat about picking up old pinecones, trash, and other crud that had managed to litter the fire ring. Noticing Ethan's somewhat brooding mood, Caleb frowned. It was clear to Caleb that Riley, and the other counselors, hadn't exactly left a good impression on the new counselor. This was to be expected. Ethan didn't know how things were handled around here, quite yet. But maybe Ethan would be one of the better counselors, that actually put effort into their tasks, like Caleb.

Ears perking up, Caleb continued to pick up the trash, placing some of the more organic bits into the fire ring, and the more man-made into a trash can that was nearby, "The boogeyman is suppose to be a kind of ghost." Caleb said, while allowing himself a small chuckle, "The old rumor started when a couple of camp counselors were making out here, at night, and something spooked them. Ever since then, it's considered bad luck, and asking for trouble, to come here after midnight. Especially if the fire is out." Caleb let out another small laugh. Despite his humor, a little bit of worry was shown on his face. Caleb had been here for three years now, and he knew the stories and secrets of Camp Wachata as well as anyone, but he wouldn't let that affect the new-blood.

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Shayne Kowalski

Shayne furrowed her eyebrows, and checked her phone. It was already about 1:00pm. "I think bonfire might be at 7ish. They only said nightfall, so I guess whenever the sun goes down." Shayne replied, with a thoughtful look on her face. It was obvious that the place was more of a fan of loose schedules, as Shayne had been told the morning wake-up time was at 'quarter past sunrise'. Whatever that meant.

Shayne smirked at Nico, as she asked what possibly activity the two of them could do, "We should explore around the forest. I mean, don't tell me I'm the only one whose heard about the creepy rumors at this place." Shayne was bearing a slightly nervous smile. While she had heard plenty on the bus ride over, even while listening minimally, she had seen plenty more when she had googled the place online. She didn't know the full past of Camp Wachata, but knew enough that it was considered to be a spooky place.

Shayne reached out, and gripped Nico's hand, "Come on. A brave Canadian, and a meek new kid exploring the wild and creepy of Camp Wachata. What a better way to spend time?" Shayne had quickly grown comfortable around Nico, as shown by her more upbeat attitude. While the slightly anxious smile still held place on Shayne's face, her tone showed more enthusiasm than her face was willing.

Ana nodded at Sky's information regarding the book. "That would work... Thank you!" She gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up, a strange and somewhat juvenile gesture she had developed long ago and never quite grown out of. Mya left, as Sky was evidently more than knowledgeable about the camp. Ana waved at her as she left. "Oh... bye, I'll see you later then." Mya had mentioned a fire, which sounded nice. Fire had always been a friend to Ana. It was warm, and bright, and something about it just felt like home. The smell of burning wood, the crackling of the embers, the gleaming coals, shimmering like some enchanted gem from a fairy tale... yes, fire was familiar and pleasant... not like water. Water was cold and deep. Water was dark and foreign, and the thought of what lurked in the dark abyss just beneath the surface terrified Ana to her very core. If fire was home then deep water was some strange, alien land: a bubbling, black, murky nightmare begging to pull the unsuspecting down beneath its depths. Ana shivered slightly at the thought.

After Mya left, Ana took a seat on her bed and began rummaging through the contents of her messenger bag. There were some clothes in it, which she quickly emptied out and folded with the most halfhearted of efforts. She was glad to have them out of the bag though. Its primary purpose had always been to carry her art supplies, and keeping anything else in it felt a bit wrong. After a moment, the girl emptied the supplies out on her bed. Numerous sketchbooks, many of which seemed quite old, dropped out onto the sheets. A handful of pencils rolled out as well, many of which were considerably worn down. Ana began flipping through her sketchbooks rather loudly, though she didn't notice the loud swishing as she flipped through the pages. There were drawings of a vast assortment of subjects: animals, plants, landscapes, one of a Cadillac that had belonged to her brother, a few of buildings, and several seemingly incomplete sketches of people, all of which had faces ruined with eraser marks, as though an accurate representation had been attempted again and again with no success until the artist had eventually just given up. Turning to one, what seemed to have been an aborted family portrait of four people, she sighed rather loudly with a touch of sincere, and uncharacteristic, disappointment.

A slightly confused look ran across Nico's face at the mention of 'nightfall'. When in gods name was that? Precisely when the sun set or sometime before or after it? She didn't like the laissez faire way the camp was run and it was only her first day. She liked to arrive fashionably late to events, how could she arrive fashionably late to something with no set time?

A small amount of shock shook through Nico as Shayne grabbed her hand. Most people from her old high school didn't even want to speak to her, let alone touch her. The anxiety within her began to rear it's ugly head again. What if this was all some sort of cruel prank? Maybe someone from her old school had seen her at the camp and paid Shayne to co-operate?

She shook these ridiculous thoughts from her mind. She wouldn't let the anxiety get the best of her. Not this time. She smiled, responding in an enthusiastic tone.
"Sounds like a great idea. Who knows, we could come across something legitimately scary to tell at the bonfire tonight rather than those old corny stories about hooks left on car doors or whatever. Lead the way, captain!"

Shayne Kowalski

Shayne practically giggled as Nico referred to her as 'captain'. Shayne's enthusiasm could be plainly see, and in Nico's case, probably felt. Shayne was still gripping Nico's hand, and appeared to have a tight grip. It wasn't until Shayne had reached the cabin's door that she realized she was still holding on to her new friend's hand. As if a sudden wave of realization flowed over her, Shayne released her grip, trying to hide her sheepish smile and slightly red face. Sometimes, Shayne's excitement got the best of her.

Shayne opened the door and stepped back outside. Shayne didn't realize how refreshing the air at camp was, until she had stepped out of the pine-reeking cabin, and back outside. The air was crisp, which was only made to be better by the slight breeze that ran across the campgrounds. Turning back to look at Nico, red face and sheepish smile gone, Shayne now bore a toothy grin. "Let's do this." Shayne declared, pulling out her map. The map failed to show pretty much any of the actual forest surrounding the camp, but at least Shayne could tell which direction to head to make sure they weren't far from the camp.

Tucking the map back away, Shayne waited for Nico to join her, before she set out. Making sure to walk side-by-side with Nico, Shayne couldn't wait to enjoy the pseudo-creepiness of Camp Wachata. It seemed like every single camp in the world had some creepy thing, or haunted place. Bearing a bright smile over her face, Shayne couldn't help but feel overcome with happiness. The confusion, and the feeling of being lost, seemed like it had happened forever ago. Now she was just happen to be comfortable at camp, and have an actual friend.

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June 5th, 2015. 8:00 PM



Night had fallen over Camp Wachata, bringing a close to the daytime introductions, reunions, and excitement. However, despite this, one could not help but feel the overall excitement that the place was showing. While their were plenty of campers, especially new ones, whom were still apprehensive, and practically disgusted, about the situation. There were plenty of campers that were excited, though, and it definitely was showing.

The amphitheater that was the Wiki Wiki Fire Ring was alive with activity. Many sat on the sloping seats, some campers already divided into their exclusive cliques. Others stood, once more in their own groups. It seemed that the loner was a minority at Camp Wachata, at least for the time being.

The bonfire had been lit long before the procession of campers and counselors showed up, of which there was still a small flow funneling into their own seats and groups. The trail that led to the Fire Ring wasn't exactly a short one. Nor was it really easy to follow. A winding path with various rocks, and many turns, it was easy to be annoyed by the time one reached the Fire Ring.

The smell of burning oak, and even mesquite, gave the Fire Ring a nice aroma, despite being slightly overpowering to the senses. That, coupled with the crackling of the fire, the songs of the crickets, the occasional call of a bird, and bustling of people, led the bonfire to be a cacophony of noise and overpowering smells.

Judging by the way a few of the more senior counselors stood next to the fire, whispering and planning, it wouldn't be much longer before the Campmaster would show up. He was, afterall, suppose to be here to welcome the campers to Wachata, and make a solid impression on this year's newcomers. Normally, as people that had been here before would know, the Campmaster would give some long winded speech about discovering one's self, and learning new make friends and skills. It would normally end with the Campmaster playing an equally long winded instrumental with his acoustic guitar. While the Campmaster's skills would be considered average, it helped drive home the cheesiness of the Campmaster's idealistic view of Wachata.

This wouldn't be for a while longer, though. For now, the campers and counselors would have to wait for the arrival of the Campmaster, and possibly more of the official Camp staff. This didn't seem to bother the gathered people, though. Most seemed happy to be left to their own devices, especially those that had found their own groups and friends to enjoy the time with.

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Shayne Kowalski

After exploring with Nico, for the better part of a few hours, Shayne now sat on one of the tiered seats at the Wiki Wiki Fire Ring. The seats themselves were long, and large, logs, varnished and the such as to be used for a makeshift seat. The duo had seamlessly transitioned from exploring, to sitting at the Fire Ring. Being among the first ones to be there, they were able to get seats that were fairly close to the fire, but not too close.

Smiling, Shayne looked over at Nico. Shayne hoped that her friend had enjoyed their venture as much as Shayne had. Trail blazing at Camp Wachata wasn't exactly the easiest task, but at Shayne had made sure they stayed somewhat clean and presentable. Turning back towards the roaring fire, Shayne drew her knees to her chest. Tonight was seeming like the perfect way to cap off a day filled with mix emotions, for Shayne. The toasty fire, combined with the happiness that Shayne felt, helped drive home a very much comfy feel.

"Thanks for being my friend." Shayne said, almost whispering the sentence. Once the words escaped Shayne's lips, she seemed surprised with herself, as if she hadn't expected herself to say that. "I just mean, I had a lot of fun today." Shayne added, wrapping her arms around her drawn-to-her-chest shins. It was clear the Shayne was not used to being put in situations like Camp Wachata. Having to quickly make friends, and have the level of freedom that was different from school and athletics, was new to the girl. Shayne seemed to be overwhelmed, but in a good way.

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Caleb Holderson

Caleb and Ethan had finished cleaning just as the first few campers showed up. Unbeknownst to anyone besides Caleb and Ethan, the Wiki Wiki Fire Ring was much cleaner than before. This was to be expected however, with an outdoor area like the fire ring. Despite that, Caleb had felt like they had done an awesome job, which was confirmed by perhaps the only person besides them to notice. Riley. Riley had congratulated the both of them, and then even had them help him build the fire.

All in all, Caleb was tired of today. During the arrival of most of the other campers and counselors, Caleb had lost track of Ethan. But now, as Caleb sat on a row of seats closest to the Fire Ring, he had a spot saved for Ethan. While Caleb had many friends at camp, he felt that only Ethan and himself were the ones ready to take things seriously. Using his camera to save the spot next to him, for the just in case, Caleb glanced around the Fire Ring. A small number of campers were still filing in, but it appeared that most had shown up, leaving most seats an areas taken.

Mya had wandered around and found a nice sunny rock. She'd accidently fallen asleep and when she woke it was getting dark. She scrambled up to check the time and hurry toward the fire ring. When she finally made it out to the location it looked like most everyone was there. There weren't many open seats and it was hard to see Ana in the dark and through all the people. So Mya just kind of milled along the edge of the woods, not far from the nearest group of people. She leaned against a tree and continued to survey the crowd for a good place to sit. She didn't want to wander around in front of people and look like an idiot.

Nico felt slightly tired as she sat and stared into the flickering mass of the bonfire. She rested her head in her hand with her elbow on her knee. Suffice to say the two didn't find anything scary or creepy in the least on their adventure into the outskirts of the camp. There was a point when Nico walked face first into a cobweb and shrieked in what she considered to be one of the most embarrassing moments of her young life. Shayne took it in good humour though, much to Nico's relief.

She thought she heard Shayne thank her for being her friend. She shook it off at first, in her eyes if anyone had to thank someone for being their friend it should have been Nico to Shayne. Her suspicions were confirmed with Shayne's next sentence though which sent a mix of shock and happiness through her. She took off her jacket and laid it next to her, scratching the top of her pale arms now visible in contrast to the orange hues of the fire.
"I had a great time today too, just a shame we didn't encounter any axe-wielding maniacs along the way." She replied, trying her best to act cool even though her ecstatic feelings were forcing a grin onto her face.

Shayne Kowlaski

Shayne smirked, and gave out a little giggle, at Nico's response, "Yeah, it's too bad. Maybe the next time." Shayne said, smiling back at the grinning Nico. Shayne couldn't believe the amount of fun she had had today. It was clear to Shayne that Nico wasn't the kind to be open, as Shayne was. That didn't stop Shayne from liking Nico at all, though. Shayne couldn't help herself but smile even bigger. Leaning over, and resting her head against Nico's shoulder, Shayne felt as comfortable as she could at Camp Wachata, "I'm sorry you're parents made you come here." Shayne said, closing her eyes as the warmth of the bonfire flicked over her. She could only gather, from Nico's personality, that her home life wasn't all that easy. The night was growing longer, and the excitement and energy that Shayne had showed earlier was fading. Right now, she felt sleepy, especially because of the cozy warmth the bonfire emitted. She wondered if she'd fall asleep before the Campmaster ever arrived.

Ethan Park

Ethan left Caleb after they cleaned up the Wiki Wiki Fire Ring and built the campfire to gather his belonging in his car. Ethan then went to claim a bed in his cabin. The cabin #2 was occupied some of the lazier campers as they were forced to choose the camp that wasn't occupied. Ethan Unloaded his belonging on the bed closest to the door which was still empty at that point. Then Ethan gathered up those stragglers and went on to the journey to Wiki Wiki Fire Ring.

When Ethan arrives at the campfire, his campers scramble off to their own clique. Some of cabin #2 members already have friends as they have left the group to find their friends. Seeing what's left of his cabin members generate an awkward lump of a group around far end of the amphitheater near the entrance, Ethan left them to their own device. After all, he will be on to them to make a healthy habit of earnest lifestyle for next few weeks. They can have tonight as the last night of their freedom. And tomorrow, every one of his campers will be up by 6 AM to face the bright day ahead.

Ethan finds Caleb and few other counselors near the campfire. Ethan goes to Caleb and casually asks him "Seems like Campmaster is late." forming frown on his face.

Ana had shown up for the bonfire rather early to make sure she got a seat near the fire. Ordinarily, sitting close to the front of any sizable gathering would be bothersome to her, but she loved fire. Plus, she didn't want to be cold, which was an almost constant struggle for the girl. She currently sat cross-legged on the front row, basking in the warm, flickering glow of the fire. Her hood was pulled up over her hat, and her hands were tucked snugly into the pocket of her hoodie. Her eyes gleefully followed the embers as they floated into the air like tiny orange fairies. For once, Ana looked somewhat awake, though 'alert' might have been a bit of an overstatement. Regardless, she seemed to be enjoying herself, if the small smile across her lips was any indication. She had heard some conversation about a Campmaster or something. She didn't know anything about that, but she was content to sit there as long as the fire burned.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ana noticed a movement in the trees nearby. She saw Mya walking out of the woods. The girl seemed to be looking for a place to sit, a difficult task as many campers had already arrived. Ana waved to her bunk-mate and motioned to the seat beside her, which was currently occupied by her messenger bag. It had not yet occurred to the girl that she had already made friends, or that this was what having friends was like. When she finally did realize that fact, she would probably think long and hard about it. She had never had many friends. Few had the patience to deal with the girl's oddities and quirks for any extended period of time, if they were willing to talk to her at all. She probably would've been quite lonely if she had ever stopped to think about it too much.

As Mya continued to scan the crowd she saw someone waving. Was it... she looked closer. Yes it was Ana. Mya quickly made her way over and took the seat next to Ana. "Good thing you brought your bag or I wouldn't have anywhere to sit."

Mya was glad Ana had found a space so close to the fire. While it wouldn't really get cold this time of year, she still liked the extra warmth. "this campfire thing will be as cheesy as any movie. If not worse. Just so you're prepared." Mya laughed dryly. She looked at the people around her again seeing some familiar faces but only a few she could name. Not exactly friends though. She did see some counselors she recognized.

Today was a day of shock and change for Nico. She practically leapt out of her chair when Shayne rested her head on her. She felt sort of uncomfortable for the first second or so, but that subsided for the overwhelming feeling of joy that now swept over her. She had only known Shayne for a few hours, but she already knew she didn't want to lose her new friend. Nico thought about Shayne's parent comment. She was sure that if it wasn't for the happenstance meeting of the two that she would feel sorry for coming too. However, at this point in time she couldn't see the camp as anything but a good thing.
"I'm not." She whispered in response.

Caleb Holderson

"It's normal. He's not the most punctual of people." Caleb replied, as he moved his camera, in case Ethan wished to sit there. "Don't worry. He'll be here. He won't miss a chance to have a captive audience." Caleb added in, with a sly smirk. With the loose schedule that Wachata had, it was difficult to be 'late' to anything. Despite that, the Campmaster had always made it seem like he was always late. Only appearing when people had been sufficiently tired of waiting on him. Glancing over to Ethan, Caleb gave a friendly smile, "So, are you enjoying paradise, yet?" Caleb asked, referring to Wachata.

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Shayne Kowalski

It was hard to ignore the sudden change in Nico. Shayne had hoped she hadn't been too forward, in acting like they were good friends. Hopefully, she hadn't scared Nico away by acting like this, but Shayne became close to people faster than most. Smiling at Nico's comment, Shayne slightly lifted her head, "Don't say that too soon. We might still be attacked by axe murderers. Then you'll regret your parents having you come here." Shayne responded, with a playful smile, before resting her head back on Nico's shoulder.

More and more campers had arrived, and it seemed that the Fire Ring was reaching it's capacity, which should mean the Campmaster would arrive soon, but Shayne saw neither hide, nor tail, of the illusive man. "I might fall asleep before the Campmaster ever gets here." Shayne said, letting out a small yawn afterwards. Today had been a lot for Shayne to take in, and she was surprised at herself that she managed to stay awake as long as she had. "I can't wait 'til tomorrow. We'll have so much to do." Shayne added, nuzzling herself slightly closer to Nico. Despite the warmth of the bonfire, the American Northwest chill had pervaded the night time air, causing Shayne to feel just a little too cold.

Skyler put her book under the pillow. As she stretched, she grabbed her sketch and shoved it into her pocket. After all, it's better to have a model while drawing; she doubted that anyone would take notice that she was drawing. Skyler grabbed a jacket and headed to the campfire.

After arriving at the campfire, she found an empty space under a tree. The view of the sky was alright, not perfect, but Skyler was sure she would manage. She laid out her jacket on the grass and sat on it. She took out a pencil and the sketch and continued her piece.

Ana smiled her typical sleepy smile. "This bag comes in handy all the time. Sometimes in ways I'd never expect." The girl lovingly patted the sturdy grey canvas. Old as the bag was, it was still holding up heroically. It had been a gift from her mother on her birthday a long time ago... or had it been a Christmas present? The memory was a bit hazy, it seemed as though she had always had the bag by her side at this point, her constant, and sometimes only, companion. Ana placed the bag down gently at her feet, still watching the fire.

Ana shook her head at Mya's warning. "Oh no, cheesy is fine. I've always liked cheesy things. There's something so honest about them... Innocent, y'know? Like a little animal or something." The girl spoke the words softly while she watched the embers flitter through the air. "Also always liked cheese..." And like that, the girl's seemingly thoughtful and philosophical train of thought had derailed into a bottomless reservoir of abstraction and attention deficiency.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ana noticed Sky sitting nearby, looking up at the stars. It seemed she was back to work with drawing the constellations. Ana gave her an encouraging thumbs-up that lasted perhaps a bit longer than was comfortable.

Camp Master

It seemed, to the casual observer, that the entirety of the camp at arrived. Campers, as well as counselors, were conversing and split into their own groups. It seemed Camp Wachata had kicked off to a great year. As the din of conversation continued, a tall man walked down the trail to the bonfire. With a acoustic guitar strapped to his back, he seemed to command attention. Many campers and counselors, especially those that were people whom had been here before, perked up and instantly stopped talking.

The man himself was probably in his late 50s. Clean shaven, muscular, and easily reaching 6'3'', he cut an imposing figure over the rest of the camp. Despite the rather intimidating aura he emitted, he bore a face of jovial expression, smiling ear to ear. With a booming voice, the Camp Master spoke, "Hello, everyone!" The voice silenced most whom had not seen him enter. "For the new people, welcome to Camp Wachata! For those returning, I'm glad you've decided to join us for another year!" The Camp Master didn't seem to be straining his voice, but that didn't stop his voice from being loud enough to easily carry across the crowd. "I'm Camp Master Ryan Tagger, but you all can call me 'Mister Tag'." Mister Tag continued on, pulling the guitar from his back and laying it against him. "I know that many of you are cautious, or even apprehensive, with our Camp. But you'll find, in the following weeks, that this will be some of the best time of your lives!" Every sentence that Mister Tag boomed seemed rehearsed, but at the same time sincere. It gave off an almost uncomfortable feeling, and almost an oxymoron.

"Now, I know many of you were probably sent here by your parents. Maybe to get you out in the world, to be shown how fun life can be. And maybe some of you were sent here because your parents didn't want you for a few weeks!" The rolling laughter that followed his words strongly implied that Mister Tag was joking, which was quickly followed by the laughter of some of the crowd. "I'm joking, but all of you should know something. We're all family here at Wachata. Everyone helps each other, and everyone covers everyone else's back. It's what makes Wachata special." Mister Tag's went on with his speech, looking around the crowd with the same grin he had since he arrived, "For the new people, I know this might all be a jarring experience for you, especially the younger people. But we all come together here at Wachata, and make sure everyone feels welcomed!" Now the words seemed completely rehearsed, as if the vigor of early was starting to lose power in Mister Tag.

Pulling his guitar up, and into a position to play it, Mister Tag's grin started to slightly dissipate, "While I might not be around most of the time, don't feel scared to come to my office's any time. I'm always here for my campers, night and day." Mister Tag, produced a guitar pick from his jean's pockets, and went back to his scanning of the crowd. "Before we start the customary welcoming song, would anyone like to speak up about how excited they are to be here at Wachata? Maybe share how much fun they've had so far, or how much fun they had last year?" Mister Tag would ask the same thing every year, and their would normally be a campers or two whom would speak up and speak about how Camp Wachata was so nice. Most campers, and counselors, who remain silent, just to get the song over and done with, however.

Mya chuckled at Ana's response. And laughed harder as her train of thought derailed. She was so unpredictable. Mya loved it. She let the heat of the fire warm her. She wasn't really cold but we liked the way the fire felt.

She saw the camp master make his way down the path and nudged Ana with her elbow. "showtime" she whispered, pointing in his direction.

She listened to his speech which was nearly identical to last year's but she remained attentive. He finally made the offer for anyone to speak and since she didn't feel like adding to the cheesiness of the scene she stayed silent. It wasn't that she didn't support the camp because she really enjoyed it. Just speaking in front of people wasn't her favorite. So she decided to let someone else step up to the plate.

Ethan Park

Ethan isn't shy at all. He's not shameless. He likes to start off a situation like this so that rest can follow his example. Ethan stood up and faced the crowd to the back of the podium. Caleb and few other counselors are staring at him as Ethan has done something unthinkable.

"Hello, everyone. My name is Ethan Park. I will be in charge of the cabin #2 as a counselor. For those of who are not familiar with the numbering system of the cabin, the cabin is the farthest east cabin. I am extremely excited to be here. I will do my best to anyone who would like to plan the future during this stay in camp so that they can face the hardship of the world. I may not have the most life experience, but I learned how to plan from one of the best."

Ethan had courses in career development as a minor in his education program. It was situated in the building houses many psychology research center and library, where he spent some time during the exam season. For some odd reason, the library in the psychology building was quite. Also, the professor who taught those classes were authoritative on that subject, even invited to the TedTalk.