Finally, I could suppress my nervousness and after taking a deep breath I opened the door and quietly entered the classroom. It was dark and unwelcoming like on purpose adding more anxiety to my already unfavorable situation. There were two students sitting, one of them was in the very front seat right before the teacher 's seat with a notebook and a book on the desk ready for the class. For a moment he cast a quick glance at me, l guess expecting to see the instructor instead of me, he just looked at me very indifferently. The other student was in the very last seat plunged into his phone like if there is no life existing beside his phone.
I also analyzed the fact that I don?t like history and concluded that if I sat in front, to see and hear the professor with greater ease, I would either bore myself or I wouldn?t understand. And since both of those were scenarios that eventually resulted in my narrative being terrible, I decided to try my luck in the back. Two minutes passed before two more entered the room. They were two men, young enough to be students. The first had white skin, and wore a T-Shirt, a cap, and a metallic watch similar... ... middle of paper ... ... made my way out.
I stare at the empty seat next to me. Well, I'm thinking; what's going on? Mr.Thompson continues to babble about the Maths questions, which were unable to be solved last class. I begin resting my chin on my left hand, feeling like I'm sent off to sleep. Suddenly, I hear someone barging into the classroom.
Ms Kalinda was furious at the disturbance, a screeching roar made the class judder like hitting a speed bump, “Roger! If you disturb this class one more time, the rest of your day will be spent sitting in the principal’s office! Am I clear?” In disbelief, I replied, “But it wasn’t me—.” The teacher instantly cut me off. “No buts young man! You are one of few white students accepted in a private school as reputable as Gooloogong College.
I peeked into her office, but was surprised when no one was at the desk; I decided to come back down later. I went straight to Chemistry class. “Sorry Mr. Wolfe I–”, I cut my sentence short when I realized Mr. Wolfe was not in the room. The rest of my classmates were all muttering amongst themselves. I sat down at the table with Sydney, William, Mark, and Trevor.
The backside of the members came into view as I came closer to the living room, approaching them. I stopped my tracks beside the coach, scanning across the room for something out of the ordinary that might have caused the mood in the room. I shivered, feeling a cold brisk of air blow past me and familiar eyes on each movement of my own. Looking away, my eyes caught empty seats on the couch and a frown made its way to my face. The dorm was yet again incomplete as all members weren’t present.
Déjà vu- Comparison of The Hunger Games and The Holocaust She finds herself standing in an old unfamiliar empty room. She glances at the ceiling, noticing every ceiling title and each random square light in-between them. Then her eyes slowly focus on the pale white walls. As she scans each wall, she begins to notice the room is not empty. She soon realizes that she is standing in the middle of a hallway and staring at random unfamiliar people.
If students do attend class, they are always on their laptops, never actually paying any attention to the professor. Once I reach the elevators, I pressed the button and an elevator immediately opened up, so I walked in. After I entered the elevator I looked behind me and notice that there was a man jogging towards the elevator, so I held the door for him, and the random elevator conversation began. The man was dressed business casually, and looked like he was in his late twenties, most likely a teacher. I asked “Are you a professor here?” He turned towards me, with a surprised expression on his face.
I turn my head to look behind me, only to see that the elevator was no longer there, only a tan wall. I didn't remember ever stepping out of the elevator. Unless I did without knowing... I groan, feeling pissed off. With nowhere else to really go, I head for the first door.
I would also get the look of confusion on the students’ faces. I then would provide some examples and wait for the last answer and still not get it. They I would tell the class the right answer and then get the famous, “Oh right, that one.” Sometimes I would ask the students these questions right after I went over the answers in a lecture, reading, PowerPoint, etc. I want to ensure that the students are paying attention and can recall some information that I believe is important and will be on some sort of summative assessment. However, many times my formative assessment would be a big failure and it would be me talking to a silent classroom.