Classroom 1b Novels & Stories

I was a little nervous. "Well, we can figure that out later." Alara interrupts the silence and I throw her a grateful look. "Time for class." I mutter, as Emma wraps her arm in mine. Room 312. That's where we'll have our class. One would think it consists of chairs and tables and a board or a projector. However, it is a vast empty room with chairs tucked into a corner. That is it. "Good morning everyone. Take your seats so we can proceed with your second class." A woman announces, her body posture as rigid as a stick.

The next day at school, I made my way to classroom 14B. A small group of students were already gathered with scrolls of paper and different folders as well as colour swatches spread all over. There must have been about eight kids all talking over each other as they went about their business. I paused at the door waiting for someone to notice me amidst all the chaos. But it was clear that wasn’t going to happen. “I told you this won’t go with chartreuse! Do you even know what chartreuse is, Ross?” A mousy haired girl yelled out sharply at a big and burly kid.

she says, tapping a polished gold door. She shows me how to set up a password, which I do immediately. When she asks for my schedule, I hand her the pamphlet I’ve been carrying. She scans through it and nods. “Classes are over for today,” she tells me. “But I’ll show you where they’re held.” We stop in front of a stone building with CLASS 1 etched boldly above its entrance. “This is your class,” Helga explains. “Most of your theoretical lectures will be here, except for dancing and etiquette lessons. But you already know where those are.”

I just hope no one bothers me about it. A few minutes later, I'm still walking and still searching for my first class. The hallways branch off in every direction like a maze designed to confuse newbies. There are signs pointing to different wings—North Tower, South Gallery, West Commons—but none of them match the classroom number on my schedule. Advanced Strategic Studies. Room 247B. Where the hell is 247B? I'm clearly lost.

He grabbed Matt by the shoulder, steering him into the class, taking a seat at the back. The class was quite small with two rows of tall, white tables. The back wall was filled with cupboards with labels and Hazardous signs. The walls covered in posters of the periodic table, chemical compounds and the chemical makeup of certain elements. Each table was equipped with a lamp, microscope and test tube holders. At the front of the class sat the teachers desk with many papers littering the top and a massive white board in the center of the wall. 'So what was all that about?' Mark asked through the mind link while playing with the microscope

She found her way to the administration office and she made her payments and she is officially a student of Alice highschool. A teacher showed her to her classroom and she found an empty seat. She hopes that she get into the same class as Anika and Ariana. In Alice high school, students are placed in different classrooms according to their grades. The group of students that score fifty percent and above in all the subjects are placed in class A and are known as the intelligent ones. Except for Students alumni with bad grades are permitted to stay in that classroom. The students whose grades are from forty are placed in class B and students who score thirty percent downward are placed in clas

"It's no wonder that he's the class heartthrob! He even managed to get his hands on this exclusive insider information!" "You're my role model! Please help me get in too, Kevin! I want to get into Starvard as well!" I stared at this familiar yet absurd scene, completely drenched in cold sweat. Kevin Mosley, the class heartthrob who couldn't even solve a single quadratic equation, was standing in front of the class before the whiteboard, holding up his latest iPhone, his face beaming with pride and smugness. The phone showed an AI chat application interface. I had been reborn and somehow traveled back in time to two hours ago.

There she was, fidgeting with her hands; the same thing she did before she bombarded her for four hours. Ignis' shoulders slumped and his stomach turned. 'One term... With her... Jealous god...' *** After the morning assembly, Mariana, Ignis, and the others went back to their respective buildings to start classes. Class 2's room — Water Class 2, specifically — was on the first floor of the Elements Building, together with all the other Elements' first-years. The new students were busy chatting with each other as they walked to the Elements' hallway. Mariana, on the other hand, was busy admiring the building — something she had not done before.

I can manage to walk straight but my left leg's ankle really hurts a little. "Hey, that's not the way. You are going back to the covered court." Jackson laughed at me, "Hahahaha!" "Oooops, lead the way," I said and we walk together going to our classroom. A few moments later. "We are here," Jackson said and we entered the first room in the right side of the 3rd year students building. There are two columns of chairs inside the classroom, 5 rows and there are 3 chairs each row. There's a total of 30 chairs inside this room. There's a white board and a teacher's seat and table in the front.

The clock above the window says it’s nine thirty-two. “Hello?” My voice echoes down the corridor, but there’s no answer. I look up and see the sign for the Kindergarten classroom. I look through the little window. They decorated the room with bumblebees carrying letters and butterflies carrying numbers. The board at the front of the room has a list of children’s names and the activities for the day, but the room is vacant.