On our way out of the classroom, Jennifer and I compared our schedules.
"Aw, we don't have any other classes together," Jennifer remarked, dismayed, "I should've chosen the same elective as you. I chose Computer Science instead of Robotics."
"Don't worry, we can still hang out during nutrition and lunch," I reassured her.
Jennifer walked to her English class, while I walked to my Math class. When I saw the door with the number 32 on top of it, I walked inside the classroom. I took a seat towards the back of the classroom as other students walked in behind me. A girl, whose backpack looked extremely full, sat in the seat to the right of me.
¨Hi,¨ she said to me as I took out my pencil case.
¨Hi...¨ I replied, my cheeks feeling hot. My heart started to beat a mile a minute, as I felt butterflies in my stomach. A boy, who was much taller than me, sat in the seat to my left. As I waited for class to start, I looked at the whiteboard. At the upper right hand corner, it read, "Mrs. Johnson."
RING! The bell rang, and class commenced.
¨Hello students! I'm Mrs. Johnson, and I'll be your teacher for this school year. Today, we'll be doing a diagnostic math test to see where you are in math. Don't worry, it won't count as a grade. But before that, I will be taking roll.¨ Mrs. Johnson said.
The other students groaned, but I didn't mind. She took roll, then started passing out the tests. As she did so, I got a Star Student pencil out of my pencil case. After that, I got started on the test, answering the questions with ease. The boy next to me, noticing that I looked so sure of my answers, tried to peer at my test for the answers, but I covered the paper with my left arm. This usually happens to me, people trying to copy off of my test. They usually don't get away with it, though. Most of the questions were on concepts from elementary school, but there were some more advanced questions, which took me a bit longer to answer.
I was the first to get up and put my test on the teacher's desk, so she looked at it right then and there.
¨Wow,¨ she muttered, writing something on the top of the paper. That was to be expected, I suppose. After all, I was the top student on my old school's Mathletes team last year.
I spent the rest of class looking at my schedule for the day. I had my periods in this order: Homeroom, Honors Math, P.E., Nutrition, Honors English, Honors History, Lunch, Honors Science, and the elective I had chosen, Robotics.
I chose Robotics as an elective because I've always wanted to learn more about robots and perhaps build my own. When I was younger, I had a robot toy, which I played with after I was finished with my homework. Sadly, it broke after a while.
Did I like my schedule though? Well, at least P.E. is right before Nutrition, I thought. But I also wished that Robotics was earlier in the day.
After some time, the bell rang, and it was time for period 2. Everyone else rushed out of the classroom, but the teacher told them to hand their tests to her before they left.
"But I wasn't finished," a student complained.
"Don't worry. I'll just look at what you've answered so far." Mrs. Johnson answered.
I walked out of the classroom, averting my eyes from the girl next to me. I wasn't sure what to expect in the gymnasium.