S Classes That I Raised の小説・ストーリー

Kendal "Great job today, class. We'll pick back up next Tuesday on page seventy-five. Have your point-of-sale diagrams completed and come ready to discuss." I glanced around the room and smiled as everyone mumbled their responses and walked to the door like a bunch of zombies. Teaching cost accounting was the fucking pits. I'd be picking up the master's level financial statement analysis class in a week or so, which would be far more interesting and intellectually stimulating because of the level of the student.

I turned to see that neither my comrades nor those of other ranks seemed disturbed by the ringing. I saw a student in our class stand up, yes our delegate had been promoted to class S as well. Cynthia Shevil came forward giving me the program before speaking. "Class S is not like the others and in the same way that we have more freedom, our teachings are more pragmatic and pushed than the others." I guess, with what my mother put me through as an education, I don't think I can still consider myself as having the level of a sophomore. I looked at Michaël who had put his hand on his cheek looking bored and I smiled. That way we'll have more time to ourselves.

“I peeked through your file and found out that you are in Class A. However, Leo is in Class B. There is another class and that’s Class C.” I couldn’t help the frown that marred my brow. “Is there a reason for the distinctions?” “You wrote an entrance exam, didn’t you? They grade you based on your IQ.” Lindsay led me to an unoccupied desk and slammed her hand on it. “Unfortunately we are in the same class as Emerald.” “We?”

But if he is yet to bring up my father, maybe he never would? I groan, my hand slapping my forehead, I can’t believe I forgot the most important question! I let him control the conversation, again. My skin prickles, the feeling of eyes on me, looking up sharply, I find nobody around, but the abandoned space is starting to creep me out so I rush back to my classroom. Passing a few classes on my way, I note that even other classes, the juniors, sophomores, all of them had the three tiers, Royals, Middle class and Commoners. All the classrooms are proof of that.

she began, "I haven't been honest with you from the beginning. I was just hired yesterday and that was because Mrs. Walther retired. She was supposed to be giving you this lecture today. They needed someone with a teaching degree who was ready to start work immediately. That meant me. Unfortunately for you girls I am not a class-A Hish. I am a class-C. I studied up so I could talk to you today, but I cannot share my experiences because I am not Class-A. I have never even seen a Class-A person without their clothes on. I am sorry, if there is anything I can do beyond going into my own experience I would love to help and I am sorry I lied to you, I just didn't know what else to do." The girls

My most annoying, dimwitted friend, but a loyal and powerful one nonetheless. “But w-what a-about the c-classes that you n-need to t-take? D-Don’t y-you have t-to take certain c-classes to g-get your d-degree?” My heart warmed at the clear worriness she had over me. Even if it was something as pointless as classes, she was still worried about me.

How rude. Usually, Class C was reserved for the students that weren't as bright as the others and I had to admit that it stung, even if a little, that she classified me amongst one of them. Sure, my previous school had been a public one and we were generally looked down on, but that didn't mean I didn't do well with my studies.

Marks comes in and looks around, "Alright class. Let's take our seats and start." I'm not sure if I'm relieved or upset that he interrupted the rumors. But now I wasn't able to defend myself.

"But the more real you are, the smaller your circle will be..." //CHANDRA MARGARET// When the classes starts, I'm still the gossip topic. Until the classes is over and lunch time came, I'm still their topic. This is not part of my plan. This is the opposite of my plan!

We upped our Sparring using the force of our godly powers, drawing the professor's attention away from us. Fuck. I don't know how I'm going to pay attention in the rest of my classes today, with thoughts of Katrina running through my mind. I wanted to ditch the remainder of my classes but knew I couldn't. Hermes, my father's messenger, who watched my attendance and grades in school, would report back to my father immediately, and then I would feel the wrath of Zeus.