...I study and poorly sketch the profiles of people in class rather than take notes on the course material.

A student walks in carrying an old metal brief case.  His dirty blonde hair is tied up up in a pony tail, his long bangs bobby-pinned back to the sides.  A pair of old fashioned, wire frames perch precariously on the edge of his long nose, not too far from the fluffy, brown beard that grew beneath which curled at his sideburns.  He wore a powder blue and yellow plaid dress shirt beneath a tweed blazer, over a pair of steel grey slacks, completing the look with a pair of brown sneakers that looked like it had seen better days.  He smelled of musty, well-aged books. 

He couldn't have been more than 22 years old.