Having settled into her own dorm- B-7, in the East, quite some time ago, when Elizabeth had woken up it was nothing more than a normal day for herself. With something that had become routine, she had gone through her morning routine that didn't include much (She was never one to care much for appearances, especially hers), and gotten dressed in the usual, which was simply a black tank top beneath a white collared top that matched the coat/jacket from the school with the black rims and the school's logo. Long sleeved- Of course. And a white knee-high skirt to match. She hated the skirt enough as was, she wasn't going to willingly show any more skin. Her shirt had been buttoned up all the way to the neck, except for the top, first button. Truthfully, the only reason she had agreed to wearing the skirt, was because of her parents. Her mother, specifically, who insisted it would look nicer. And though she shouldn't really have ever cared about her parents thoughts-- They mattered a lot to her, if not everything.<br/><br/>After having gone to her homeroom class, not that she really wanted to know how to cook in the first place, she had taken a seat where she had been assigned. Some part of her was glad she didn't have anyone beside her. Just knowing someone would've been there was enough to make her nervous if not nauseous. So when seeing the door of the classroom open, Elizabeth lifted her gaze from the table counter to look at who was walking in.<br/><br/>Blinking once at the mere sight of the man, Elizabeth unknowingly had watched him step in, repeating the name she had heard in her head.<span style="font-style: italic">Ethan Phillip</span>Though it was rare for her to talk to anyone more then she had to, or more then a sentence, she did her best to remember everyone's names. And she felt as if she wouldn't have any hard time remembering this name, with his attire and from looks alone. Despite some part of her being intrigued as she'd normally be, there was a big part of her that was simply curious. But by the time he was stepping towards the table she was sitting at she had realized she was watching and quickly shifted her gaze back to the table, staring down at it as she had been the moment before, her hands on her lap where they had been the entire time.<br/><br/>Yet when Ethan had sat beside her, and she had grown tense, just barely, just enough to peek a glance at him from the side, she had looked at him, before almost immediately her gaze was back at the table, glancing up at the instructor as well at times whenever there was something to look at.