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Chapter 6: The First Day
I was looking forward to my first day at Beacon. The problem I faced was having to wake up earlier than normal.
Sighing a bit, I set the alarm on my phone to ring at 6:30 so that I would have enough time to prepare myself and arrive at my first class by 7:15. At 7:00 I realized a flaw in my plan. I didn't know what my first class was, so I tried asking for help. That was a problem when all of the students were trying to get to their classes. An idea popping to my head, I headed to team RWBY's dorm. I knocked on the door to see if anyone was still in there. A blond girl still in her night garments answered.
"Oh hey, you're Ruby's boyfriend!" Yang said, yawning a bit, "So, what do you need help with?"
Flustered at her comment I tried to protest, but the comeback died in my mouth.
Taking a deep breath, I tried again. "Would you happen to know what my first class is?"
She laughed at my embarrassment. "You're a funny guy. Anyways, your first class is history, good luck!"
With that, she disappeared back into her room just to burst back out in a school uniform. It was all I could do to avoid being bulldozed. As she stormed away, I took a mental note, "Never get in the way of that girl."
I looked back at my phone check what time it was. 7:10. "Uh oh," I worried. I needed to get a move on.
I picked up the pace, racing down the halls as I tried to get a better clue of where the history classroom was. I almost lost hope until this thin, blond haired boy came running past me.
Turning around, I caught up with him and asked, "Do you have any idea where the history classroom is?
He told me, "I have that class too! Just follow me!"
We made it to the classroom just barely before the bell rang. Not a good way to make a first impression.
The history teacher, Professor Oobleck, seemed to posses endless amounts of energy. He never walked to where he was needed, he was just… there. If he wasn't talking or pointing to something, he was drinking from his never-ending supply of coffee.
I didn't have time to look around, as I tried keeping up with Oobleck's motor mouth.
I enjoyed his lecture. It's refreshing to learn something new instead of relearning a topic you've heard many times already.
His class flew by as fast as his mouth moved. Something told me others didn't share the same opinion.
Packing my stuff, I prepared to leave the classroom with the boy that had lead me here. Heading out the door I heard the professor call, "Mr. Bavaro, a moment of your time please."
I waved goodbye to my new friend before facing Professor Oobleck.
"Headmaster Ozpin informed me about the circumstances surrounding your arrival here at Beacon." He said before taking a sip of coffee. "I hope you intend to tell me some information about your homeland. Imagine the things we could discover if we pooled our knowledge together!"
He zipped over to his desk and picked up a history book before handing it to me.
"I do hope you can keep up with the rest of the students. Be sure to read up to chapter seven before next Tuesday. I apologize for keeping you, you best catch up with your classmates," he said motioning me away.
Outside the room I pondered, "What's in his coffee that allows him to move so fast? Semblance sugar?" I thought before dismissing it with a laugh.
The next class I attended was combat training. This was most entertaining. In this class, two students were chosen randomly to duel one another.
Today's match pitted two students that I did not know. One student carried a sword that could fire bullets while the other student wielded a large mace.
The match ended in three minutes after the sword user kept the mace user at range with his ammunition. The mace user growled in anger and slammed his weapon into the ground. The rumbling ground tripped the sword guy up, giving the mace user the opening he needed for a hard strike to the sword user, winning the match.
The teacher, Professor Goodwitch, commented on the boys' performance before lecturing the class on how they could've done better.
The last class before lunch was Grimm studies. Locating this classroom was far easier than the history room; I followed the herd of people entering Professor Port's classroom.
This class seemed different from the other two. In the other two, people were trying to keep up with the knowledge or action being thrown at them. Here, many of the students were struggling to keep their eyelids open.
I knew absolutely nothing about Grimm. Luckily, I had come prepared. Before the class started, I brought out my phone and set it in record mode.
My strategy in place, I started to take notes on the beasts. Though I may have wasted some notebook pages writing down a story of his youth.
The bell rung all too soon. Many students stirred from their siesta and stumbled out of the room.
Packing up my gear, I walked over to the cafeteria and received my lunch. After satisfying my stomach, I headed towards my final class.
"Not a bad start" I mused.
