Accord your mind and brace yourself for entirety, soul and fillment.
Students of nine octaves finished their compulsory class as their second session, shifting to their next own choice.
Students were given freedom to select few sessions to their own interest and few were made to attend compulsory.
Few stood infront of the bulletin board in groups checking out the professors who held a session that day, while few tried to avoid the duty leaders, inorder to escape from the session.
The one's who cut consecutive classes days ago, rushed out of the floor in hurry berry, when Mr. Fitson entered the floor blowing a loud whistle with red listers parchment on his hand.
While series of events happened around, Jason came out of his classroom humming his favourite song. He stopped at some point, where someone with a bright green ballerine shoes blocked his way by stretching it up to the wall.
