I woke up feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was my first official day of classes, and I wanted to make a good impression. After a quick shower, I dressed in a simple yet professional outfit, hoping to strike the right balance between approachable and serious.
As I stepped outside, the morning air was crisp and refreshing. I followed the paths I had walked yesterday, now more familiar with the layout of the grounds. The school was coming to life, with students heading to their respective classes and greeting each other with enthusiasm.
My first class was in one of the older buildings, its architecture a blend of elegance and history. I arrived early, finding a seat near the middle where I could observe both the professor and my classmates. The room gradually filled with students, all chatting excitedly. I recognized a few faces from the garden yesterday, but they were too engrossed in their conversations to notice me.
