It's the start of a new school term at university, and Max has shown up at the Uni to pick up his daily planner and textbooks. His family seems to think that planning out each day is how you get anything done, but... things just keep piling up, and piling up, until the journal overflows. That's how it works for him, how it's always worked for him, and he doesn't expect that to change any day soon. 

The usual deep blue journal gets tossed in his bag along with his computer science books, and he goes and checks out at the front desk, nodding slightly to the stressed-looking girl on duty at the head of the long, long line. She must be having a real hard day today. 

He nods his head to her and doesn't speak; instead he pulls out the payment card with his name on it and pays for the stack without really looking at it. It's not like the books in his bag will have changed in the last five minutes. 

He steps out of the university bookstore and walks over to the stairs up to the food court, where he sits down and fishes through the bag for his receipt. He's got to get these reimbursed by his parents, after all.