Novel & Cerita Classroom 1b

That court is where we do our flag ceremonies and other activities. Walk ahead of the court is the cashier and walk a little more is the classrooms and the canteen. As I have said, the first floor is for the grade school students while the second floor is for highschool students. At the side of the canteen, there is another stairs that leads to the second floor. Walk ahead of the canteen is the grade school classrooms. Some designs are seen in front of the classrooms, such as dinosaurs little statues. If you walk until the very end, there is another stairs that leads to the second floor again. While beside the stairs is the band room.

Nora said excitedly Zia chuckled "I never saw chairman leaving his room once in a while he checks on class, but that's very rare so seeing him leaving that office for such a tribal thing is -- You are amazing, hahaha ...so what's your classroom number?" Zia saw her form and showed it to her "here it is" Nora pointed "Oh my god! It's class 3A" she shouted

She asked. "Hmm..." Luis Park nodded at her. "That is the building for 1st year. Just find your room. It was labelled in front of the door so you won't get lost. " She said. Then Luis Park thanked the woman. He walked again and came to the building told by that woman. When he came there. The building has 2 floors. Totally, it has 16 classrooms. 8 classrooms from 1st floor and the 8 stood on the 2nd floor.

He doesn't even know where this Class 1A is located considering the many rooms that dwelled in this building. And after countless minutes of aimless walkabout he finally found his class. Class 1A,which read on the wooden part of the transparent door. He emerged into the medium sized class of teenagers most of them 16,17,18 in age. Their distinctive chatter came to an abrupt end at his presence. He didn't bother to even glance at them rather,he walked to his desk dropping his empty note noisily. "The name is Arthur." He announced in a cold manner. His face weren't any different either,he shot icy glare at every single person.

I prepared my classroom, Room 2B, for the upcoming semester. My BDSM course was going to be the best of the best that year. I wanted to teach the students everything that year. I glanced around the red and black room that was now decorated with chains, whips, paddles, candles and other things.

Libreng chansing na nga pingagbabawalan pa. Tumawa lang ako sa kaniya at hinila siya paakyat sa second floor. Tatlo lang kasi ang building ng college dito pero fifth floor naman kaya madami din, buti nga building 1 'yung akin eh. "Charan!" nakangiti kong saad sa kaniya at tinuro pa ang classroom, nakita ko naman na halos mabali ang leeg ng mga ka-kalse ko sa nakita, kahit talaga ang ibang lalaki na-iinlove din sa mga gwapo ano?

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.

Moreover, she can see the academy has its own AI mainframe controlling the academy's function. After getting off the train, Leqaria and Helshia walk another hundred metres to reach an area for the first year. 'Oh, it looks like a normal school building. Interesting.' "This is the area for the first year. The Special Class A and B are in that building on the left. Ah, just a reminder, Leqaria. Do not go to that building on the right or the middle." Helshia warns her. "Why?" Leqaria was a little curious about it.

After the series of events from the past weeks, everything died down and everyone began settling into their normal lives, i was back tutoring evans with a renewed resolve and unshakable defence or so i thought. I was more than determined not to notice he and his sly moves. Tamine clutched the three-ring binder to her chest like a shield. She had chosen the most unromantic place possible for their first mandatory tutoring session: Classroom 214, a musty, forgotten space on the third floor that smelled vaguely of old chalk and desperation. The room was mostly empty, the low winter sun casting long, judgmental shadows across the chipped linoleum floor.

She turned away from me and made to join Celyn who was a few feet away in the midst of “Will you please tell me where the Ap calculus class is?” I called hastily, having just remembered that I couldn’t make heads or tails of this puzzle being paraded as a school. “It’s on the ground floor in room 14.” She answered glibly. What? I turned and stared at the black and gold number next to the classroom we just exited pointedly before turning back to her. “But we just had social science in room 12. Why would room 14 be three floors down? Was the janitor or whoever the hell numbered these lockers high as a kite when doing his job?”