Classroom 1b Mga Nobela at Kwento

I walked into the classroom and it was curiously quiet. The teacher sat at her desk, not even facing the class. There were about twelve desks in the room. Each one was clear except for a single black blindfold placed right in the middle. The students, roughly fifty percent girls and fifty percent boys sat nervously in their seats. I took the last remaining chair toward the back of the room. As soon as I sat down, the teacher stood up and closed the door. “Welcome everyone!” she announced. “This class is Sex 101.”

‘Can we just look inside the school; we missed our high school. I was watching her talk to the guard, waiting for what will happen, although in my mind I doubt if the guard will let us in. The guard stepped back and opened the gate wide allowing us to enter the school. And this made me realize I shouldn’t underestimate Irina’s charm. 5:19 PM, we entered our sophomore classroom located on the second floor of the first building. The blue painted armchairs were positioned one seat apart from each other. And there were two boards at the front, one green board and the other was a white board. The teacher’s brown desk is placed between the two boards at the front.

There is also a round emblem garden, encouraged by a short privet hedge with a layer of bunch grass and lavender surrounding blue and yellow wax begonias arranged to depict the M letter. The inner quad consists of a large courtyard surrounded by fifteen connected buildings and Moden Museum. Around that are fifteen additional connected buildings that makes up the outer quad. I took a deep breathe before I finally opened the door of our classroom. I hope I can find some new friends here. I roamed my eyes around the classroom and found Lucifer sitting on the last row with earphones plugged in his ears. All of the girls inside the class are covertly looking at him so I felt ashamed to sit next t

I also don't want my first day to be ruined. The students are talking about the announcement posted on the bulletin board. It was the sectioning list. I excused myself a lil bit to search for my name and found out that my section is ABM 11-2 and my room is 1901. Sera's section is STEM 11-1 and room 1896. I think it will be just a walking distance. My eyes searched for Patry's grade sectioning and I knew that it was far from the list here. I shifted my target as I excused myself against the other students gathering surrounding my spot. It was so hard to walk, there's so many students here! To think that they still chose to have chit chats and not leave this area, LOL.

Please don't go. She left. As we walked, Zoe talked, "There's a class A, B and C. I don't know which one the school would put you in, although I'm guessing a C. So you'll stay at B until they decide what to do with you. " How rude.

I put my hands lightly on the desk in front of me. "Name honey?" She questions, pulling out a stack of papers from her draws, "uhh Bec, Bec Dwyer" I inform her, studying the deer horns more intently. They must be real. "Ahh here we are!" She holds up my paper triumphantly, "so honey, your first class is Math's and luckily for you its right around the corner of this building, first door down the corridor, do you need help finding it?" She questions excitedly. "No it's fine, I'll manage thanks" I take the sheet from her, swiftly exiting the building and making my way around the side. I quickly realize that my classroom is apart of many, surrounding a courtyard.

After waiting in a little queue for two minutes, we finally handed over our Academy Tokens to the receptionist. The receptionist was a middle-aged woman as well. She had a cold expression on, but nothing one could compare with Receptionist A. After scanning the tokens, she then said, “Strange enough, late comers, your trio is allotted to the same classroom. There's a recruited teacher for that class, so you better put out your best. He's not yet in class, so you're quite fortunate. Class 192. Fourth floor. We nodded and thanked her, before hurrying to the hallway. We didn't dare take the stairs for fear of increasing our lateness, so we joined a group of students heading for the fourth floor

" James is really worried about Mark. He didn't know if he wasn't by his side to help him, he wouldn't be able to go to class. Moreover, with a bad temper like him, I don't know if I can make new friends. Oh! You look like an old mother worried about her young son. The two parted at the notice board and went back to their classrooms. Not too hard to find. Because next to the class list bulletin board, there is also a classroom map pasted. Grade 10 studies on the 1st floor, the position of the upper class is ranked from right to left.

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?

Silence filled the room. He zoomed further. Location name appeared at the bottom of the screen. Old Art Corridor B Directly beside the sealed area marked on academy renovation files. And beneath it sat two faded letters. 2B