Class 1 A Classroom Novels & Stories

The notebook after. He walked the classrooms. There were six of them — the primary school in its six year-groups, one classroom per year, the classrooms arranged along the main corridor with the windows on the south side and the corridor wall on the north. He walked each room slowly, standing in the corners and at the windows and at the front of the room and at the back. He thought about what the rooms knew.

Just wow! “Come, let me take you to your class.” My steps quietly follow her and her friends. Ascending the stairs and then going down the long hallway, they pause at a left turn. “That's your class, sweetie.” “Thank you so much for your help.” She smiles, crossing her arms over her chest. Leaving them behind, I enter the class, and my heart drops to my stomach seeing the sight before me. It's not a classroom but a private restroom for athletes.

121... 122... Isa came to a halt when she reached her correct classroom number, double checking the schedule pulled up on her phone. Stuffing the device back into the pocket of her jeans, she pushed open the door to the lecture hall, which was small but still relatively spacious. It could easily hold around 50 students, which was nothing compared to the larger lectures the student had attended earlier in the day. Being a couple minutes early on the first day of class, there were a decent number of students sprawled amongst the seats.

Shen Jianchuan followed her, standing in front of the window and looking in. 00The classroom was very simple and crude. The red paint on the wooden desk was almost worn out. The floor was paved with red bricks. In front of them was a black board. The front platform was also a wooden desk. It was the same as the desk, but the pink pen on it was wiped on the black board. It was arranged very neatly. 00Also, in order to make the classroom angry, the kid cut the bottle and put the flower on the podium. 00Although it was simple and crude, the feeling it gave people was very warm.

"We're going in with you. We'll find your classroom together. You're not doing this alone." That settled something in him. Visibly. His shoulders came down. "Okay, Daddy," he said. *** Aldric POV — Drop-Off Brookside Elementary was organized chaos. Dozens of families converging at once, children of every age being deposited at various doors. Kindergarteners at the front, some clinging, some already running ahead with complete confidence in what was waiting for them. Room 12 was decorated with an alphabet frieze and a reading corner, and the specific bright optimism of a classroom built by someone who genuinely loved teaching small people.

The school seemed deserted, and she briefly wondered if she had misread the date. She glanced at the first classroom door and saw numbers: 100, then 101, and 102. As she peeked into the rooms, she was pleased to see some teachers sitting at their desks, evidently waiting for parents to arrive. It seemed that with each room, the teacher appeared older than the last. Stephanie chuckled to herself, wondering if the room numbers corresponded to the teachers' ages. When she reached the doorway of Room 110, she noticed a young woman seated at the desk.

In less than thirty minutes, I arrived at the academy. The atmosphere was cool with lots of lucrative work. It felt like another world of itself. “Hi, Miss Annabelle.” Jane greeted, waving from where she stood, her face was glowing. “Hi, Mr Jane.” I said, waving at her back. “Follow me, let me show you your class. Remember the class is on the third floor.” she said, signaling me to follow her from behind, her high heel clicking the floor. The classroom entrance was big and large, enough to contain millions of people. The building was carved in such a way that it illustrated various craft history.

The girls entered their classroom. There was a big metal door with a name board XI-BE1. She had never seen such a big section name. Stepping into her classroom, Rithanya was shocked to see that there were almost 60 students in the class. Twenty benches placed ten each in two columns. Some benches had five girls. Some had three girls and some four. She was fuddled. Seriously? So many people in one class? How will the last bencher hear what the teacher is teaching? How will the last benchers see what the teacher writes on the board?

"Come on, love birds." "Like you have any room to talk," I tease Dakoda, sticking my tongue out at her, knowing how much she adores her guys. We make our way to our first classroom. These rooms are much larger than our high school ones. You have to climb up these rows like you're ascending bleachers. Dakoda and I climb to the top row and settle into the first available seats we find. "Um- excuse me, but who do you think you are? We're only the senior class here," a girl says with a snarl.

They took one turn and there would be tens of rooms on a single floor. "The first floor consists of general studies, these vary from languages, maths, physics, the study of other creatures, complex sciences and philosophy", Alexis felt a groan travel up her throat at the sound of what was akin to hell. She spotted a head a bright neon hair in one of the classrooms and turned at the oddly familiar sight. 'Ah... who was he again?' The man also noticed her with a look of surprise and then approached her with a smile. "Miss Alexis, it's been a while", he held out his hand which Alexis took while trying to remember his name.