Kenapa Classroom Tidak Ada Notifikasi Novels & Stories

The noon bell hadn't even finished striking when the first notification hit the courtyard. It started with simultaneous pings from three separate phones near the training tables outside The Bee’s Hive, but within seconds, the sound was echoing across the gravel paths in a ragged chain reaction. Students walking stopped mid-stride, their thumbs flying across their screens as the internal campus forum underwent a system update. A group of sprinters practicing handoffs on the grass cut their drill short, clustering around a single device while their breathing was still heavy from the track.

You didn't reply on my text. I frowned and looked at the text that had preceded it. It was sent earlier. I didn't notice that, ah? Sage: You won't have regular classes since it's your school's foundation week. If you will be busy, don't forget your meals. I quickly typed a message. Me: Sorry ... I didn't notice your text before. We are planning for our booth tomorrow. Yes, I won't forget my meals. You also. Sage: It's okay. I know you're busy. Just reply if you have time. Take care.

I am sure the other guys have heard about the pictures left on our doorstep. “I have been waiting outside her class for half an hour.” He states. “Sorry mate, she had a rough night last night, so I emailed our instructors, letting them know we wouldn’t be in class today. I forgot about you, again, I am sorry, mate.” I tell him. “I get it, but it would have been nice to know before waiting.” Indigo points out.

she blurted out, gaze piercing into mine. “Mom.. we also got notified yesterday,” l muttered. “What?” Who gets a notification a day before an event?” Her tone, sharp and serious. “l need to put a call through them.. They don't get to make such decisions, without a notification before-hand,” she snapped out, strolling through my phone. Is she being serious? She would hook someone on the line just for one person? “Mom.. there is no need for that,” l said, as l grabbed a chair for her to sit on. “I'm not the only one going, the rest of my class mates would be coming alongside too,” l added.

The lecture felt so boring, as my mind was only on what my dad had told me. The lecture came to an end, and as the class started to disperse, Liam walked to me, his eyes beaming with worry. "Have you seen Niylah?" he asked, and I frowned. "Is that a question? Didn't you leave with her this morning?" I asked, and he shook his head. "She left earlier, saying she's coming to school, but I couldn't find her here," he explained. I didn't know when my heart started beating fast. Different notifications started bubbling up on my phone, and I took it out, surprised at how all the students started receiving notifications, and a thick murmuring erupted among the students.

They could minus our grades or, worse, detention. We are almost there, and we noticed something strange. Our classmates were crowded in front of our room. Not going inside. "What could be happening? Are we going to the indoor training room again?" Noah queried, and we all wondered the same thing. Once we arrived, we excused ourselves so that we could see what was getting them so busy. A piece of paper was pinned to the door with a message of: 'Classes are temporarily postponed until further notice. Please do the activities and homework listed below. You are welcome to go back to your packs or stay here at your dorms.'

In fact, she was smiling from time to time while facing her phone, making her seatmate wonder if she's gone crazy due workload. Jewel rolled her eyes and looked over the class secretary when the girl suddenly yelled, "Omg! Sorry, guys. I forgot to remind you all that Prof Gideon won't be coming to class and he's given us three activities!" There was silence and everyone looked at Madeline, the class secretary who's smiling wryly at them. "Why you didn't say, Mad?" "Well, I thought it's free time. Tss." She sighed and hid the phone in the backpack. Jewel looked at Madeline, raising a brow. "He texted you? Did he told you why he was absent?" she asked, grumbling.

She couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for her. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't told her Nana she would be staying out late and took out her phone to give her a quick call when she saw an unread notification from her class group and tapped on it curiously. 'The results of the quiz are out. Please check your mails for your score. See you in class next Monday. - Professor Lucas.' Marcella's heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach.

The person had said that the class was full ages ago. Perhaps someone had changed their mind and emptied up a spot. "Hello, students! Can you hear me?" At that moment, a clear, husky male voice came from the live broadcast. "Yes!" "We can!" "Franky!" A string of comments began popping up on the screen. "If you can all hear me, that's great. The teaching assistant will check the register, and when everyone's here, we'll officially start the class." A minute later, the teaching assistant sent a message to the chat. "Everyone's here."

Carmela let out a breath, grateful that the moment was over. Just then, Carmela's phone rang. She saw the school's number on the display and answered it, a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Hello?" she said. "Hi, Mrs. Martins," the voice on the other end said. It was Ms. Wilson, the kindergarten teacher. "I'm afraid I have some bad news.” Carmela's heart pounded as she listened to Ms. Wilson's words. “I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but neither Noah and Hannah didn’t come to school today. I tried calling the house, but no one answered. Are you sure everything is okay?"