I walk into the classroom and look around.
I see bare, ugly walls.
I sit down in a stiff desk, and my back begins to ache.
I look at the students.
On my left, there is a stuck up girl with blond hair.
On my right, there is a boy picking his nose.
I look up at the tall teacher; she has a snarl on her face.
I think to myself, "This is going to be a long year."