Ian woke up to an alarm clock going off...about 5 minutes ago. Why was this noteworthy, you might ask? It wasn't his and it was still going off. He rolled over in his bed, forgetting that his bed isn't infinite and this is the third time he's rolled over.
So, he promptly smacks himself onto the floor.
He laid there for a moment, contemplating if murder is worth being kicked out of the house, before standing himself up and shouting "Molly, I swear to god-- TURN THAT THING OFF!"
His sister ignored him.
So, he went through his morning routine under the threat of becoming deaf and blind. His morning routine wasn't anything complicated; Put on whatever clothes felt comfiest, brush his teeth, grab his cane, attempt to make toast, cry when toast inevitably burns him, eat a poptart instead, and go bother his dad until he gets up and drives him go school.
After a short car ride, Ian hopped out of the car and made his way to the office like he usually did. He sat in his usual chair, then folded up his cane. He rested it on his lap, simply...waiting. He had to wait for the first bell to ring before he could go to class without being trampled by 300 people.
He would already be there by the time Stephen walked in.