Late
By the time I arrived at the station, there's only a handful of students left who were also running late.
Some looked like they had just woken up with their bed hairs still unfixed as they ran from the station straight to the school gates while some were calmly walking along the road, perhaps thinking that they're already late and there's no point running when it would just make their appearance ragged.
And I am among the latter category. Instead of running, I observed everyone who comes in late. Most of them were second years. Perhaps it was the most relaxed year level.
The first years were still adjusting to the new school. Since it's still only the second month, some were still feeling out what would be the school's reaction if a lot of them played truant. And those were mostly the delinquents or just the lazy ones.