Nothing left behind by the class before us today. I checked, apparently the class is one of those Math for Humanities Majors type of courses. I doubt any of those guys even know half the symbols in the notebook, much less the math. And if it does belong to one of them, it's weird enough to look into. Maybe the TA? They usually sit in front of the class, so it would be the right desk.
On the "Sarcastic Observer is an obsessive-compulsive weirdo" front, I've been keeping track of the layout of the building, and nothing seems to be added or missing yet. Okay, just to step back and recognize that I know how crazy I am...I am keeping an eye on a building, in case it makes any sudden moves. Maybe psychological counseling actually is a thing that I should do.
Not yet. If I end up talking about the source of my paranoia, I'll look delusional, or schizophrenic. If the City is out to get me, I'm not crazy to keep an eye out for it. And the Door I found on campus was on the same building that I'm in now. Not sure if it matters. I think I'll have to take some time after class tomorrow, give the halls a proper going-over.
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