New Student

With around 350 students enrolling every year at uneven times of the year, the school had a new class opening every month. As a result, I could choose between joining the most recent class and trying to catch up, or waiting for the next one to open. For my remedial classes, there was no reason to wait. Those were more similar to private tutoring, only done in a group. For my regular classes, I chose to wait.

With my lesson plan in hand, I walked over to the intermediate-level building. The campus was divided into areas based on grade level, with the dorms, school building, workshop building, gym, and dining hall of each grade level being clumped together into a kind of sub-campus. Since I was a basic-level student who was attending intermediate-level classes, that meant I had to cross over to what was, in a sense, another school. A heavy hand landed on my shoulder.

"Congratulations, junior!"