Classroom 1b Novels & Stories

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?

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

Maiko stared at Cai Kang. “Can you leave me alone for a bit? You can look around if you want.” “Yeah, sure.” Cai Kang left Maiko alone to pay her respects. He saw that the classroom came with a storage room full of items; both regular and magical related. Then he saw the science/home ec room. After roaming around for a bit, he went to the teacher’s room where he saw two desks. Out of all the rooms, this one seems to be untouched as it is not as clean as the others. On one of the desks, there is a picture of the entire class and two teachers; two men and two women. They all looked happy.

The class group chat was flooded with more than a thousand messages daily. Kevin was the undisputed "king" of the class, issuing out commands in the group almost every day. "Has everyone bought their Starvard varsity jerseys today yet? I've already bought mine! We'll all wear them to Starvard University on the first day together!" Janice replied, "I bought it today! I'll wear whatever you're wearing, Kevin! I can't wait to see the shocked expressions on the Starvard security guards' faces when they see all 43 of us showing up at their gates!"