Mha Classroom Novels & Stories

By 5:00 AM, I am already standing in line with the other Mess Menders in the main hall. Amanda arrives right on time, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She looks as strict and elegant as always in her white shirt and black pencil skirt. Everyone straightens up immediately. “Good morning,” she says, her voice clear and authoritative. “I hope all of you rested well after last night’s event.” “Master Henry is in a very good mood this morning. Because of that, he has arranged a new class for us — an Investment Class. It is specially designed for the elite maids in the mansion, but all of you are allowed to attend after you finish your daily tasks.”

It takes all of five minutes for me to bust through the heavy doors of Adler Hall which is one of the business buildings here on campus. I glance at my schedule. Room 305. Quickly I jog up two flights of stairs before heading down a long echoing corridor until I finally find the room. It's a small class. Probably around twenty-four students since this is a higher level business course.

"You're in Omega dormitory, room 47. Your roommates are Mira, Sera, Tessa, and Daphne. You'll follow their lead, you'll stay out of trouble, and you'll attend all your classes. Understood?" Anaya nodded and reached for the folder on the desk. "Yes, sir." "Your first class is Pack History. Room 205. Don't be late." --- The classroom was massive and already filled up. High ceilings. Tall windows that let in streams of sunlight. Rows of desks arranged in a semicircle, facing a podium at the front. Students sat in clusters; Alphas at the front, Betas in the middle, Omegas at the back.

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.

Trinidad and Roxy left through the other door for her computer classes. — *[Mass Comm Second Year L-Hall]* With systems in front of everyone, they sat in class positions for the lecture to begin. The hall is like every other lecture hall in SPG. White, soundproof, electric walls which makes the lecturers voice loud and clear whenever they're lecturing. Writing systems are programmed for everyone to write in and read textbooks from. No one uses books and pen here. The seats aren't built together...it's one person per white seat, and apart from the writing systems on the desk of each person, they also have trays of brain-awakening snacks like chocolates and coffee creams. There's wine too for

We sign the accord in the second classroom because there is no other room big enough that still feels honest. The first classroom is for lessons. The keep is for war. The courtyard is for bread. The second classroom is for asking, so we bring the table from the floor and let Hayes and his people take off their shoes at the door.

Schedule taped inside door. Normal stuff—English, History, Math. Then Supernatural Integration—fire control elective. Coach is a retired wolf Marine—heard he’s tough but fair, runs the class like boot camp. First period—English. Room 212. Teacher human—Mrs. Hale, middle-aged, kind eyes, knows the score in a mixed school. She smiles when I walk in. **Mrs. Hale:** “Mr. Nakamura. Seat in the back—next to Mia.” Mia—quiet werewolf girl, amber eyes, book already open, notebook covered in doodles of moons and paws.

My pussy was still clenching for him. I let out a small sigh and hugged my folder closer. This was my new world. I had to start it alone, except for the moments he would be here with me. I checked the small timetable they had given me at registration. My first class was at 12:00 p.m. in Room 103—the same classroom he had shown me. It was a summer session for new students, an introduction to women’s health.

The elemental classroom was unlike their previous classroom. It was so big, that they could fit a hundred tanks inside it. The elemental classroom was also separated into fourteen different rooms, each having the same equipment, and the interior was visible from outside. This was not the only block, in the same model this kind of rooms were created for each and every different class ,and the rooms for elite class was bigger than the other rooms and was unoccupied. The duo entered the classroom as many other students did the same.

she thundered "Yes ma'am," the class responded gloomily "Now that that's out of the way, I'll be taking you Theories of Media and International Relations, that's MIR 107. This is just an introductory class so I don't expect too many questions," she said as she put on her glasses and began the class. Throughout the duration of the class, the only voice that could be heard was that of the professor. The entire class was so silent and the atmosphere was very uncomfortable. You could hear the sigh of relief that escaped everyone's mouths when the bell that signalled the end of the class went off.