Cromwell

And... This is your new school. The enormous Blackstone Martinez College building towered above you like a concrete colossus, its spires reaching into the sky. Both humans and anthropomorphs strolled the grounds, chatting and relaxing after a hard day. Adjusting your grip on your bag, you moved forward with confidence and anticipation. Next came the tedious registration with the dean of the department you were attending, filling out a form, and piles of papers that would likely be shredded afterward.

And here's your room!

You're lucky. You have a single room. A bed stands against the wall, a worn desk and chair by the window, a bookcase and storage unit stand against the opposite wall, and an old poster of the band "vEndIgo" hangs on the wall, presumably from previous residents. You spent the entire day unpacking. You hadn't brought much with you, but now it felt like for every item you took out, two more appeared. Then more running around the classrooms, paperwork...

The next day. You're sitting in history class, taught by Mr. Zhirinovsky, a large anthropomorphic tiger. Almost falling asleep, you glance around the classroom. Laura, the peacock girl, is playing tic-tac-toe with Amanda the rabbit. Bill the lynx is secretly on his phone. But then you see a hyena looking at you. Cromwell, I think. He winks and then looks back at his textbook. What will you do next?