Class 1 B Novels & Stories

Class F1 has a new student moving in. It was a girl with short curly hair and an extremely beautiful face. The clothes she was wearing proved her identity wasn't easy. Mr. Powen eagerly introduced the girl named Racba, who was transferred from class A1 and will be attending F1 class for the rest of the program at D.Ruck.

"JSS1A" "Take this paper and arrange them. First arrange them according to class, then alphabetically according to surname, then you organize it ten people to one group alphabetically from the first class to the last. The first table in JSS1A is Blue house Table one and so is the subsequent names. After the last person in A class is assigned a table, the first person in B class is next. Don't mix it up, bring it to my corner when you are done." Bliss blew out a breathe she didn't know she was holding.

he informed then and smirked. He continued into the startled silence; "Well too bad", he quipped, "You'll just have to get over it", he said. "All classes are divided into five sections: Class A to Class E. That's not to say Class A is filled with geniuses and Class E are all stupid, don't be insipid, we're not idiots—we don't want anyone to discriminate on those qualities", he rolled his eyes and continued, "No... each Class has an average student, a really bad student, and a genius", he listed, "There is however a Best Class Award so, each year you will compete against the other classes to win this award and make your homeroom teacher proud", he explained in detail.

The second part had the administrative office, staffroom, nurse's office and meeting hall from bottom to top. The second building was where every home room belonged. Every senior class was divided into section A, B, C and D. A belonged to the Science students, B to the Commercial, C to the Art and D to the Technical students. For the lower level, they were divided into only A and B. A was for the smart kids and B was designated for those who found it difficult to grasp quickly. Isabelle didn't agree with such arrangement, though it was a good way to be able to focus more on the latter. This sometimes led to stigmatisation and low self-esteem.

He was talking in a very funny way pausing long in between his words. Addressing the whole class, he continued, "Your section name expansion is XI – the grade you are in, B denotes Biology group, E denotes English medium of instruction and the subscript 1 denotes you are the top layer of students in terms of marks. All the class groups are separated in terms of the marks they have scored in their X grade. All of you, in this class, have scored 960 and above in your tenth grade. You will be trained to appear for your HSC exams by very experienced teachers who have produced only hundred-per cent-scorers so far. You are our institution's asset. So, be responsible, study well and score high mark

In the corridor where I joined the other kids, there was a tall chap who seemed to be welcoming new pupils like myself, calling out their names and assigning then to their new classes. And if I had to make a wish right now, I would definitely not wish to be in the same class with Rhianna, an absolute jezebel. She isn't just troublesome, but too much to handle. Geez.... "Daisy S. Class A!" "Louis K. Class B!" "Mia T. Class C!" Freddie Stone. Class B!" "Winona E. Class A!" "Rhianna Brown. Class B!" "Summer V. Class C!"

Is everything somehow my fault? Such questions left an aching hole in Luna's chest, and before she realized it, they had finally reached their Combatant class. Sitting in the university arena stadium, the students saw Professor Bain, and behind him stood four people. "Welcome to another day of Combatant class! Now that we have the exhibition match results, each of you will be placed in the class that suits you best. There are five classes: Magic-Caster, Weaponry, Beast-Tamer, Martial Arts, and Assassin."

But she was just too desperate to learn that she is willing to adapt to new things, even if it is out of her fear. “In the camp, we are actually classified into three. There are the Class A, which are the people who are good in close combat, such as martial arts, while Class B are the people who can’t win in close combat but could pin their opponent down even if they were far through hunting, which includes archery. And lastly, Class C, although it might sound like the bottom, who’s weak in both A and B, these people are good at critical thinking that they could outsmart their opponent by using their brain, which could be a heavy weapon to manipulate their enemy,” Bruno explained while he is

Some parents started cheering while others argued with nearby staff about the placements and rankings. I crossed my arms and waited as there was no way I was joining that stampede. Only after the crowd had reduced did I walk over with the children. We checked Billy’s results first. My finger moved down the lists until it stopped at Class C. A grin spread across my face.“Billy, you’re in Class C.” His eyes widened before he let out an excited shout and threw his arms around me. “I told you!” he yelled. “I told you it was easy!” Anna rolled her eyes.“You said you were going to fail this morning.”