Russia.<br/><br/>Ugh.<br/><br/>Terry sighed audibly as he was assigned the spot over in the edge of the open area. Usually, this would be the point where he would make up some excuse about not being able to get out of his seat. However, as he looked over and saw Aki struggling herself to get up to the front, he slumped his shoulders and began to rise from his seat. As he stood, he carefully adjusted his baggy khaki pants with both hands before walking up to the spot. He resigned himself with a simple thought - it can't be as bad if there's like half the class standing too.<br/><br/>He sighed again softly as he finally made his way to his spot, looking around at his classmates. On one hand, he had a tinge of relief as he noticed what they noticed... or in this, not noticed - namely, him. As he shuffled on his feet, waiting for further directions, however, the creeping paranoia of being called up kept popping in his mind. His eyes flicked behind his thick glasses to the classmates he knew had siblings who used to go to school with him. Sure, nobody's said anything so far this year, but the screaming insults from years past made him shudder for a moment, as if the Siberian cold was slipping down upon his shoulders.<br/>