Sammy dropped his backpack onto the bed of his appointed dorm and let his eyes take in the small, cold room. [ooc: I'm assuming there are dorms?] He wasn't quite sure about unpacking yet. After all, if things didn't work out here, he would just have to pack it all up again... As if he had a lot of possessions anyways. He glanced down at the old, worn bag. Just a few changes of outfits. He'd always spent most his feeble earnings on food and shoes - having multiple changes of pants and shirts didn't seem quite as important - and saved up the rest for emergencies.

Turning back towards the door, he decided to try to find the cafeteria. Hopefully he didn't have to pay for food; he'd spent all his savings on the tuition to get into this school. He had a feeling his parlor tricks wouldn't quite impress the students here enough to earn him money. Would he be able to go into the nearest town? If not, he was going to have to resort to dumpster diving. Not his favorite activity, but he learned early on that you had to do what you had to do.