A Casual Guy with an Abnormal Life II

This gate is huge! I thought. Above the open gate was a large entrance arch. The words "G-District Boys Main School 5" were written on it. Behind the arch, there was a large information board, like the ones you see in universities. Here you can see where all the buildings are. In the middle of this large campus-like school, which could be a tiny district, there was a large open area called Marcus Square. Named after the emperor, it is found in every school. This was the area where the convocations were held on Monday mornings and Friday evenings. A large street, perfect for parades, wound through the school. And this street started in this area.

Before I could enter the school, I had to identify myself. For this purpose, an identification house was built at the entrance. Here you had to identify yourself and confirm that you attended the school. There was a long line of students waiting. I joined the line and five minutes later I was the next person to check-in.

"Next!" said the man behind the window, looking at me. He was an official and his purpose was to check whether the students were present or not. "Class and name?" the officer asked.

"Grade 11-1T, Robin Rundwood," I replied.

"Move along, student," he said to me, speaking into the microphone, "next.

On Monday mornings, Marcus Square is filled with all the students from the school. They gather in this place because it's the rule. There are already many students standing, with some single gaps in the rows between the students. Each row contains 4 classes. In the first row are the classes 7-1A to 7-1D. The second is class 7-1E through 7-1H, and so on. I have to walk quite a bit to get to the position of class 11-1T. I was a little late, but not too late to be a problem.

Additionally to the three school forms, there is a fourth one: The primary school. This school goes from grades 1 to 6. And it's the only school, where all students attend to. After the sixth grade, you have to absolve an intelligence test, and depending on the result of this test, you are assigned to one school form.

I ran to my position and as soon as I got there, I took my position.

And now I have to wait for the principal of our school to speak. Hopefully, that won't take too long. You know, at some point, I don't know why exactly we're doing all this. I mean, it's like a waste of time to do it every time a school week starts and ends. But you know what? If the purpose is to make me feel proud of our glorious country, then it makes sense.

The school orchestra began to play the national anthem of our empire. We all looked at the bleachers, a raised platform where the teachers and the principal stand. Above them on the wall is a painting of the Emperor, which is right in front of us. It is magnificent. And then the principal announces the start of the new school week...