Class 1 A Classroom Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ashley asked in a disgusted manner and the girls scurried away. Taking a left turn, Miss Jane placed her hand on the door knob and pushed the classroom door open. Everywhere suddenly went silent as Miss Jane strolled in with Ashley and her father. The class was big and spacious.It had a projector. The lockers were at the back of the class.There were three rows in the class. The first row had three seats on each line, the second had two seats, and the last one had three seats too. "Good morning students" Miss Jane said.

I kind of like that it's not as grandiose. The halls aren't terribly crowded, but they're far from empty. And interestingly, a lot of the people carrying backpacks appear to be older than me. I follow one of them into a classroom on the right. The room is huge, way bigger than I thought could be in a building this size. There are at least twenty rows, each one a step higher than the last so they look stacked. The long white tables stretch from one end of the room to the next on each row so the only way in or out of your row is down the side.

The slip clearly stated: 12th Grade - Advanced Class. Through the partially closed oak door of the classroom, I heard the scratching of chalk on the board and the deep, warm, yet stern voice of the homeroom teacher giving beginning-of-year instructions. I smoothed my uniform collar, knocked three times sharply on the door with the back of my hand, and pushed it open. Creak. The sound of the heavy wooden door immediately interrupted the teacher. More than thirty pairs of eyes darted toward the podium in a natural reflex. For a moment, the room was dead silent before a low but frantic buzzing broke out like a disturbed beehive:

He indicated the couch in his office. As she received her timetable, Nicolas showed her around the school and introduced her to the other teachers. The first impression of the school is positive, and she senses a welcoming atmosphere. Nicolas’s appearance is quite friendlier. She chooses a good school for her work, she thought. Anna could hear children arguing and talking as she entered one of the classrooms. The class has about fifteen students. However, once she entered the classroom, the noise died away. She could feel all the students' eyes on her as if they had never seen her before.

And just as I thought, there aren't that many students in the hallway as of now. I hid a smile as I went to the fourth floor for my class. In this academy, each year level has its own respective classroom. Sort of like in Asian movies where each class is separated by their grade and year level. And each level is divided into 3 sections: A, B, and C. Section A is where most of the smart kids are. The room basically consists of nerds. But there are also kids who aren't that smart but are responsible enough to get a good grade.

Starting from the first floor, is Class C-6, C-5 and C-1. Second floor, Class C-4, C-3 and C-2. Third floor, Class B-5, B-4 and B-3. Fourth floor, Class B-2 and B-1. Fifth floor, Class A-4 and A-1. Sixth floor, Class A-3 and A-2. Seventh floor, Class S. Class C-6 had one hundred students, while Class A-1 had thirty students. Excluding those who were already expelled, then there are a total of 987 first-year students.

26. It was on the second floor on extreme corner of the left wing of the building of the college. It took me minutes to find it. It was the only class without room number board on it. I saw few girls giggling outside the class. One of them was standing by the door of the class so I rushed over to her and ask " is this Lr.26?" She was a plum girl with fair skin and long brown wavy hairs tied into a low pony tail. By her appearance she looked kind.

The faint scent of lemon cleanser hung in the air like we’d walked into a live-action Scandinavian furniture catalog. Zane strolled behind me, unhurried, while Ash clung to him like an over-caffeinated koala. I could hear their quiet exchange, Zane answering every one of Ash’s endless questions as if he were an expert on why fire trucks had to be red instead of purple or why babies didn’t have teeth but still managed to be terrifying. “We have four core classrooms depending on age,” Lara chirped, her enthusiasm far too caffeinated for this hour. “Ash will join the three-to-four group, our Sunbeam Class. We focus on exploratory and sensory-based learning, so everything here is hands-on.”

His face was really red and it looks like he's gonna pass out from laughing. We took the elevator to the last floor where the private classroom is. On getting there, Adam opened the door for me to get in. The classroom was very beautiful with just 4 tables & chairs. The classroom was just like an office and the tables were arranged in a semi circle facing the board. A shelf was beside the board and it consists of books. The projector was above us. The tables have our names on them. The names were written on a glass board just like you would see in an office of an influential person. I walked to my table and noticed I was sitting between Anthony and Aiden. Adam's table was beside Aiden's. I w

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.