<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_megqfcheNg1qau5mb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zoe Hennesy<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Zo<br/><strong>Dorm Assignment:</strong>Floor 1.Room 6<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Here (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=124823816)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>History Class<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 3rd.0957<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone in the class. Specifically Janie and Jimmy.<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div align="center">It had been a surprisingly long morning, but even more surprisingly she wasn't that tired yet. After her little morning workout the rest of the day had seemed to go pretty smooth. Zoe was very glad that she had eaten breakfast before starting this adventure, almost as grateful as she was that she had brought a second set of clothes to change out of after that gym workout. The classes were not what she expected, but she didn't really know what to expect. Coming from a tiny little town, and a place where she was home-schooled her entire life, she had no idea what class room was supposed to be like. She had been judging the reactions of others all day to see if she could tell if something was off about the classrooms or not. From her own point of view everything looked nice, neat, well put together, almost sterile. The Calculus and Mechanics class before this one had been a little vexing, but she had always exceeded in those types of subject. The real one she was worried about was this class; Military History. The whole walk to this classroom she was trying to wrap her head around the fact that they had this as a subject, not very necessary in her mind, and although she could find reasons for it, she did not find it a necessity. If anything, she thought it could be an elective or a personal choice for the students to take this class alone with other classes. This whole institution was odd to her, and even though she saw the point and the direction of it, she didn't quit understand why all these other subjects had come in to play. It made everything a little suspicious to her, so the least she could do was to keep her guard up a little bit. That's exactly what she did, too. <br/><br/>As she functioned through the day, she was a little quiet... reserved. Not that this type of behavior was that odd for Zoe when she was around strangers, but she let her mind settle in on the teachers and the staff that ran this place. Keeping keen detail as to which personnel seemed to be okay and which ones seemed to be a little tense. She didn't really pay close attention to the fact it was the first day, and some of these people might not have been normal every day teachers, but she didn't care. Zoe was usually pretty good at reading people, and so she kept her defenses high. It was also a little hard for her not to teleport herself out of the classroom at times, especially when she got bored or nervous. As she entered the classroom that nervousness grew, and she was very aware that she would have to remain calm. Looking around the room, she noticed a few people had arrived before her and she offered a slight smile to the teacher. The teacher, who she took a quick mental note of, figuring she would make a final judgement later. Seeing Jimmy, she was a little happy that she at least some what knew somebody there. <strong>"Hey, there, sugar,"</strong> Zoe said to Jimmy with a little wave, acknowledging him as she sat down a couple desks behind him in the column closest to the doors. Looking at the girl struggling with that tablet reminded Zoe of her own, which she promptly got out and quick navigated to the 'Military History' tab, looking through the files smoothly. Glancing over at the girl, she offered a slight look of pity and then grinned a little. After giving everybody a slight little nod and smile as a greeting, she didn't want to interrupt any conversations that were currently being held. <strong>"Hey... Need any help there, hon?"</strong> Zoe offered sincerely, her southern accent adding a little bit of a sweeter tone than was really in her mind, leaning forward in her desk slightly.</div>