Novel & Cerita Classroom Of The Elite Author

Glenn to get a new desk, a computer, and two monitors. ​I sat down with my legs crossed as I logged in immediately. ​“Let's find out why you're being adored by the Carters.” I bit my fingernail before doing some digging, and then I came across Williams's early life. ​The Elites: a school for the rich. ​Rosetta also attended the same school. I tried to remember, but I couldn't access some of her memories. ​While staring at the pictures of the school, my eyes caught something familiar.

"How each of you chooses to proceed shall ultimately dictate whether you ascend to seize Willhaven's gilded accolades amongst the hallowed elite you were _meant_ to be...." Her mouth set into a tight line, indicating barely concealed disdain. "...Or if you simply surrender to become another page in my memoirs about Willow Creek's tragic failures under the weight of high ideals never intended for privileged parasites and underachievers to grasp. "Class is dismissed!" With that last jape still sounding like a gunshot, she whirled on her heel and strode out via the side door, leaving a trail of shattered quiet and dread resignation across the classroom. Nobody moved or talked for several long m

“Did your roommate try to sacrifice you to a dark god or anything? Some of them are weird.” “No, she’s quiet. Her name is Elara,” I replied, taking a piece of toast. “She seems fine.” “Elara is cool. A bit of a loner, but she’s one of the smartest hybrids in the school,” Jack explained between bites of sausage. “You ready for Albright’s class? Get ready to be bored to death.” “He’s not that bad,” Janet chimed in. “He just likes the sound of his own voice. The real problem is who else is in that class.” She subtly tilted her head toward the Aurora table.

Only then did she realize the entire class was looking at her. A faint flush crept onto her face as she sat up straighter. Clauss shook his head before returning to the front of the room. "Any questions?" The classroom remained silent. "Good. Then class is dismissed." Students immediately began gathering their belongings and filing out of the room. Conversations filled the air as chairs scraped across the floor. "Elena Hayes." Elena froze. Clauss looked directly at her. "Stay behind for a moment." The last of the students filed out, leaving Elena alone in the classroom with her professor.

“Good! Good! That’s my daughter! Go! Put her in that class right now! As for that exam spot, it’s decided by ranking. Whoever refuses her is out!” With the chairman as my dad, everything moved fast. Ten minutes later, I stood at the door of the elite class. The homeroom teacher was a strict middle-aged woman named Olivia Lawson. Everyone called her the “Demon Headmistress.” She adjusted her glasses and looked me up and down. “Xena? I heard you came in through connections.” I had not even spoken a word when she added, “I don’t care who your father is. In my class, everything is based on performance. If you’re at the bottom of the next mock test, you’ll be out immediately.”

Mr. Jefri wasn't just any lecturer; he served as the Head of Department in the Faculty of Economics. According to the rumors swirling around campus, he came from a background of immense wealth as a successful businessman, and some even whispered he held a significant stake in the university itself. That likely explained his exclusive private office, tucked away from the communal faculty lounge.

I will get back to this when I have done a few homework. Teacher: Allow me to assist you too. Lisa: Thanks for your cooperation, Rin. Rin: As their teacher I have to take at least some responsibilities for their well being. Leave this to us. The two of you should focus on what's in front of you. Melinda: That's true. Being part of the Elite class is no longer going to be the same as what you have gone through in your old class. Kiri: Am I really fit for that class?

“There go the elites,” one of the students said sarcastically when they saw the elite class entered the classroom. They had been taking classes with them for a month but they find it hard to approach them since they acted like they have their own world. It was as if they were telling them that they are in a different league of their own. “I don’t have a problem with the other elites, so I don’t really know why I hate that green-haired guy,” Sean Jr., the eldest son of Baron Wyeth said with arrogance.

Eliana's POV Arriving at home, I climbed onto my bed and started reading the paper Professor Matthews gave to me. The more I read the paper, the more my curiosity about him grew. Reading through it, I concluded that he was a very intelligent person. His writing was flawless and the way he structured his analysis and stated his points were remarkable. It was late in the night when I was done and I slept off immediately afterwards. After class the next day, I headed to the podium to give him the assignment but he asked me to bring it to his office later on.