After hitting the 'snooze' button on my phone several times, I tardily woke up at 7 that Monday morning. Thankfully, as the window was closed, the sharp bright sun rays couldn't hit my slothful eyes. Apparently, that was the only way I would wake up - mom used to follow that strategy every morning.

I glanced around the room - no roommate yet. I sighed and went on to have a shower. The cold water hitting my bare body gave a tickling sensation for a second, while the sun rays soothed me down. I wanted to remain there, under the shower for hours but I was already late. After soaping and scrubbing, I wrapped a towel tightly around my body and tiptoed to the bag at the corner of the room.

I had to change and wear something appropriate which was, according to most of the people's misconception, the hardest part for a girl (huh, stereotypes!) But I wasn't that choosy with my clothes. I sought comfort rather than style. So I wore a pair of blue jeans and a black sweatshirt which had a small picture of daisy in the middle. I tied my hair into a pony, applied a line of kohl, wore the sneakers and voilà- I was ready. The vintage-looking clock at the wall flashed 7: 25. Hastily, I stacked a pile of books and a couple of pens into my plain maroon bag with black stripes. I wore my framed spectacles, looked at my reflection on the mirror one last time and strode out of the room towards my first class - math.

The class was partially filled with babbling teenagers - a large group of loud students, laughing and teasing at the back; a small group of three over-girlish girls at the front left (who were probably the most popular ones as some of the guys were staring at them, lost in their giggles); and few nerdy ones at the first benches. I walked with my heads down, towards the second bench and sat behind a curly-haired girl with braces. She gave me no attention as she was busy in her book. Before I could smile at her and try to be friendly, a tall, thin, slightly bald man of fifties (I suppose, our teacher) entered the class. Everyone stood up and greeted him. He asked us to sit and introduced himself as "Mr. Smith".
As soon as he opened his mouth, I knew that math was going to be hell of a boring class. I mean, his words came out slower that a damn tortoise. I was not the only one who found it funny. The back-benchers were already cracking jokes on him. But Mr. Smith gave no attention, he was writing the word 'Test' on the board (that too, slowly.) As he turned around and the others saw what he wrote, the jokes and laughter stopped abruptly. Everyone was baffled, murmuring that how can he take a test on the very first day. But I was not worried, rather this was my chance to make an impression in front of teachers.

Everybody was still in the trauma that suddenly, the door thrust open and came in two guys - tall, slender one wearing a loose jeans and a looser t-shirt with messy brown hair and one, a little shorter than the other with dark curly hair, wearing a greenish shirt and jeans.

"Test?! Are you kidding me Mr. Smith? Today's the first day!" the tall one burst with a perplexed expression.

"Yes... I will take... a test... now... Go... and sit." Mr. Smith said with his narrow face devoid of expressions.

The guys gave a go-to-hell look and sat on the last third bench. I shook my head and grabbed the question paper Mr. Smith was distributing. On top of the paper, was written "Revision Test". It consisted of 5 questions of 5 marks each which was purely based on our previous chapters. He gave us 30 minutes to complete the test. The questions seemed very easy to me and I was determined to get at least 23-24 out of 25.

I glanced at the clock and saw that there's still ten minutes remaining. I kept clicking the top of my pen to pass the time but then the guy beside me gave me a stern look so I stopped it. My mind then wandered off to pondering about what the actual name of Mr. Smith was. Soon, I found myself enjoying naming him according to his demeanor.
Benjamin. Philip. Douglas. Sloman. Yes, Sloman suits him, "Sloman Smith". Slow-man, tedious, somber, old. Perfect.

I observed the students around me. Some were scratching their head, no idea of what to write; some writing with full concentration; and few already completed.

"Time... up" said Mr. Sloman.

He came up to each bench to collect the paper and before leaving he said that he'll declare our marks in the third period.

I carried on to my next class - English Literature (my love). By this time, the corridors were teeming with blathering teenagers. I struggled my way towards my class, while others constantly stepped on my shoes and I was apologizing for no reason. When I entered the class, the teacher was already there, a short, young, pretty lady with her black hair cut shorter. And the whole class was staring at me as if I displayed traces of a murderer.

"I am sorry, I'm late."

"It's fine. Go, have a seat."

Her sweet, melodic voice gave me a hope that this class wouldn't be like math's. I walked towards the first bench beside an Asian-looking guy. He smiled at me as I sat (the first person in the whole of San Antonio to smile at me.) I nervously returned him that smile. The class turned out to be pretty engrossing. Ms. Amanda Cameron (as she introduced herself) gave an introduction about William Shakespeare's classic novel 'Othello'. She talked about how just a flicker of jealousy or doubt can cause a fire so mighty that it can turn the whole world into fine ashes.

As time flew, I was again sitting in Mr. Sloman's class. He was distributing the papers while announcing the marks.

"Mackenzie... 20 marks. Harry... 11 marks. Gregg... 17 marks..."

Apparently, most of the students got less than 20 marks. My palm started sweating as the names were being taken. And then I heard my name which sounded truly pathetic from Mr. Smith's mouth.

"And last, Daisy... 25 marks. Keep... it up." He said as I went forward to take the paper.

I was gleaming with happiness that I actually got full marks and no one else did. But, it lurked for just a while.

"So... Daisy Jordan got... the highest marks... And Jacob McAdams and Alex Wilde... you got... the lowest that is... 3 and 5 respectively." He said in a high-pitched voice (I swear, he sounded just like Ego from Ratatouille), looking at the two guys who came late in the previous class.

He added that, as Jacob and Alex got the lowest, me who got the highest should teach them the basics so that their intelligence level could almost reach mine. And all I could think after that was how on earth would I teach them! When I saw them the first time, when then broke in to the class, I knew that I shouldn't talk with that kind of people. But now what? There's no way I could walk past this problem because that would definitely degrade my reputation in front of the teachers. And of course I couldn't risk that. Or maybe I don't have to actually teach them if they don't want to learn, in the first place. Moreover, I don't think they are obedient enough to listen to the teacher and learn from a classmate. Ugh, but what if they do? I glanced back at those two and they were still giving Mr. Smith a go-to-hell look. Well, my first day in school turned out to be a massive disaster, who knows what will happen in the coming days!