Beneath my name, I see what according to Principle Gardner is going to be my schedule for the rest of the school year. 

1st hour: Family and Consumer Science

2nd hour: Personal Finance

3rd hour: Algebra

4th hour: Art

5th hour: Language Arts

Lunch

6th hour: Psychology/Sociology

7th hour: History

All the classes appear to be tailored to be as non-combative and friendly as possible, presumably training me to be the complete opposite of what I'd been brought up as. Or maybe this was just the standard for all Freshmen, I didn't really have anything to compare with. Maybe they just wanted all 14-year-olds to be really good at History.

"I have it memorized," I say, sliding the paper back to Principle Gardner

"Good," he said, ignoring the gesture in favor of staring at me, "Then head to your first hour and wait there until school starts. Don't wander off this time, don't take any detours, and don't assault anyone. Welcome to High School."
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