- TANAKA MASAKO, entering the classroom -<br/><br/>(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m298/Lumbargo/Masako.jpg)<br/><br/>I'm not gonna tell you that I love school. I'm not that kind of happy-go-lucky, schoolwork-hooray kind of girl, y'know? I mean, sure, some people just look at my class rep reputation and think they can tell me who I am. Grade A student, popular with everybody, quiet, refined, probably good with animals and sings duets with the birds in the woods or something. Yeah, right. I'll admit I'm good with the work - sometimes - and I don't really have any enemies, but I don't fit the stereotype. I don't love school. I just don't hate it.<br/><br/>Still, it feels good to be back at school. It feels good to have some structure in my life again, after the snore-fest that was what we like to call the summer holidays. Days of endless lying back, looking up at the ceiling and maybe reading a book if I felt like moving enough to grab one. Whatever. That's... well, I guess that's me, since I did it, but I didn't like doing it, y'know? Feels good to have something to bounce off, something that sets a plan. Feels good to be back at Hanjuku.<br/><br/>It doesn't feel particularly good to be struggling up this stupid hill to get to school in the first place, but that's the price you gotta pay for dorming so close, I guess. It's better than having to wake up an hour earlier to jam a piece of toast in your mouth and run to catch the train, or whatever. I mean, I get up an hour earlier than everybody else anyway - that's the price of being class rep, I guess - but no stress, no fuss. Just a long trek up a short yet ridiculously steep hill, surrounded by nature and birds and nobody else awake on campus.<br/><br/>I left my outside shoes in my personal box - first use of the year, huh? - and slipped on my inside ones, fumbling a little, unused to them after the holiday break. Have to break 'em in again... slung my satchel over my shoulder and headed into the school proper. I already knew which class I was going to be in, 2-A, and that I was going to be class rep this turn. Hanjuku's system was kind of weird in that regard, but it wasn't a big deal in the larger scheme of things. Most girls around here were officials of this club and that class anyway, so it wasn't like many people cared.<br/><br/>So, Tanaka-sensei was our homeroom teacher, huh? She was one of the younger, newer teacher staff around here. I heard she was pushing for mandatory P.E. classes around here. I didn't care much - lazy girls like Naoto might have a different opinion, I suspect - but was our fitness that important to her? Well, whatever. She was kind enough the few times I saw her last year, so having her as a homeroom teacher wouldn't be so bad. Hrmmmm. The cleaners had left this room in an alright state, so there wasn't anything to do now. Why'd I come here early again?<br/><br/>Well, whatever. Time for some downtime, I guess. I plunked down in my habitual seat near the front by the window, dropping my satchel by my side, plugged in my MP3 player, and lifted my headphones. What to play? Some light jazz would do it... lifting my feet to rest on my desk, I closed my eyes for the moment and just listened to the saxaphone<em>swing</em>.<br/><br/><br/><br/>PS Our uniforms look something like this, although typically a lot less wet. And perhaps more... uh, decent.<br/><br/>(http://i582.photobucket.com/albums/ss263/sayori-chan44/Anime%20Girls/School%20Girls/moe112340sample.jpg)<br/>