I felt kind of nervous of what teacher I might get. Could it be a strict one? I passed a few sophomores as I looked anxiously for my classroom. I glanced at my slip with the lists of my periods the principle handed me a few minutes ago. I went all the way across the hall where the floor kept getting bumpy. There was barely anyone around at this point. I stopped in front of a red door with the number 9 on it, the first room number on my slip. There was something weird. All the room numbers on my slip were in the 70's. I knocked on the door and waited patiently for someone to open it. After a few seconds, somebody opened the door a few inches and peeked into the hallway where I was standing.