The party was wild last night, as always. It left a mess of red solo cups on the lawn including passed out students who didn't make the brightest decisions last night.
It's the first day of class and half of the student body is hungover, probably even more. Not exactly the best idea, but I guess you can't really control college students, unless you'd like to get cursed at.
The sun was hidden behind the clouds, no more than a tiny sliver showing here and there. The rain would be starting soon, the grey dark storm clouds hinted at as the rushed closer to the campus. Meaning, if you want breakfast, you might get caught up in a storm.