My First Day in My First Class

"Damn...I really should've spent my time wisely yesterday. A TV, laptop, comfortable couches and a kitchen, yet you choose to sleep immediately after an online conversation? Are you kidding me, Edo?" That's right, I sometimes talk to myself, though never aloud. I'm not that strange, anyways. My surroundings impress me; a classroom well-prepared with desks, laptops and books for studying. It seems this class will be quite interactive, though I'm only being presumptuous. For all I know, these objects may not be as significant as they currently seem. Despite all of this, I am disappointed in one thing- being the only kid in class 15 minutes early. Have I really become that 'concentrated' in my studies, readying myself well before my courses begin? At least I'm able to pick out my own seat now. Two rows up and right next to one of the many classroom windows. Who knows what kind of people will come across me today. Will there be attractive girls? Will I have a nice teacher? Will I enjoy this class? These are the only questions I have to offer for now, considering it's only the first day. I look out the window, examining all the other buildings meant the upperclassmen. I choose to stare out this window until I notice the presence of another, wondering what is to come as soon as that particular person walks in. I'm all about first impressions, anyways.

Hiro recites the poem as he walks into the classroom, his toned body hidden by his suit, his short high and tight brown hair seeming to belong on a flightdeck or a military base as opposed to an English classroom. Setting a small leather brief case on the desk in the front corner of the room, he looks at the one student in the class and shakes his head. Figuring that everyone had not shown up, having heard the rumors that a new teacher had not been found. Grabbing a clip board with the class roaster he says "I can mark you as present and you can go on your merry way, or we can have a discussion about the poem I was just reciting and I will see to it you get some extra credit, I am not your teacher, though I am filling in for today.".

Every part of my body except my head freezes as I notice a highly defined adult enter the room. "No students, I see." I think to myself, sighing softly on the outside. Hopefully this was just one of those rare cases when people are still in "the summer season", and show up late to class. Despite all of this, however, it interests me to see how the teacher doesn't walk in with an introduction, but a poem instead. Albeit, the topic disappoints me. I notice this man set a briefcase on his desk as I think "How professional..." Of course, this is just my cynical side. I tend to dislike those who go too far into their profession. This man seemed way too sophisticated to maintain a 'cool side'. In other words, I was ashamed. I then hear the man speak to me. "A discussion would be rather nice, sir." I smile weakly, somewhat embarrassed that I was the only one to hear this poem firsthand. Again, such a shame.

According to an average human being, one would normally await a response after confirming one's request. However, I am not that type of human being. No, I am Edo Nakamura: one who wishes to show his uniqueness to the world. "If I may, sir, studies have shown that fire kills people many times faster than ice. If the world were going to end, wouldn't you want to live the final seconds of your life as long as you could, even in the midst of dying? Also, it is impossible to say that you know enough about hate, for no one has successfully proven to see it on both the fortunate and unfortunate side of society. Even if you were to be so presumptuous as to say you have done so, in reality, it is both mentally and physically impossible for one to fully witness an emotion. It is also impossible to fully unleash mental and physical capabilities, so how can we be so sure of what we truly desire?" With this, I grin, hoping I had not only proven myself well in front of my current teacher, but intelligent as well.

Berry runs into the class room and trips. She holds her face and sits up "ouch why does this always happen.." She shakes her head and stands up "is this English for juniors? I just got back from a trip and everything changed.. I don't know where I am.." She looks at the ground sadly.