Class 3-A

@Shin Jihoon Minutes into the test, he'd already opened and closed a lot of tabs in his browser. Time was awfully slow for him as his eyes kept on reading and eventually, his focus went onto his phone alone. After all, at the very mention of "it's not recorded", students would then not give a second thought at bullting the test- hence why his lesson plans get a bit random and broad anyway. 

As he was reading cases of families getting massacred, he was sure there was a voice. But, 'no no, it's impossible to have a student go at this time', he thought and kept on reading instead, even ignoring the second call. As he finished the last words of the article however, the tap on his shoulder finally made him lift his head up, partially shocked from the contact.

With the sleek device put down on his table, a chuckle fell out from his lips as he apologized, "Oh uh, sorry for that".  His eyes darted over to the papers in the students hands and so he asked- eyes then looking up, "What do you need? Perhaps you're finished already?" At the end of the inquiry, his hand reached out in case the other were to give the papers as he expected.

@Son Dongwoon Jihoon listened to her physic's teacher's spiel while idly scratching at the "no.2" painted on the side of her pencil. It was just a pre-test, so she honestly wasn't concerned with whatever he was saying about it. From the bits she picked up, it was the usual. This isn't for a grade, but don't mess around either. If she had a 1000 won for every time she'd heard that during her time as a student, she could afford a really nice signed copy of an Ito Junji manga. Without a word she accepted her own test from the kid in front of her and relayed the rest behind her, using her free hand to etch her name at the top of the page.

Right off the bat, the first question had her stumped. She wasn't a science and math kid -- she never was, probably never would be, but she simply moved onto the next question that actually made a little sense. She spent about twenty minutes working through the problems she could solve. Whether or not they were right was a different matter entirely, but this wasn't for a grade. Eventually, she made it to the end of the test with about three questions left blank. She didn't have the slightest clue about them, so she stood up, her chair scraping lightly against the linoleum flooring, and made her way up to the teacher's desk.

"Mr. Son," she said, to get the man's attention from whatever he was so engrossed in on his phone. She called him again, keeping her voice at it's usually low, monotone so she wouldn't disturb her classmates. When he didn't answer, she resisted the urge to roll her eyes and reached out to tap the man on the shoulder.

@Shin Jihoon Dongwoon held the sheet of test questions in his arm as he passed them off by the rows: it was at time of the quarter where pre-tests were conducted. That is at least, in his case. "In case you're wondering, your scores for this test will not be recorded". He started off, just in case the students get worked up from the sudden test. "However, this test will determine just what you need to know for the rest of the year, so I advise you all don't bull it. It'll be easier for me, and well, for you". He sighed out as he looked around, lips pursed as he tried to smile. 

Finishing the little introduction to the event, he kept himself seated on his desk in front and soon enough, his phone was in his hands to kill the time as he waited for the students to finish. As usual, his browser was filled with the most disturbing stuff, and this time, it was full of cases about break-ins and mass murder. 

/walks in with a book in hand, eyes glancing over to the rest of the room. finding it rather unoccupied, optimism instead goes over my features, a smile making itself known on my face as I reach the table in front
So, uh- hey kiddos. I mean two of you at least, but yeah. You're stuck with me for a whole year and I'm Son Dongwoon. I at least hope that we won't end up with bad terms- I mean if you don't act like little brats, we'll be on good terms.

°slides open the classroom door and pauses, surprised to find the room so devoid of students
°glances at my wristwatch before shrugging and taking up residence in the middle row, in a desk against the wall°

/eventually finds my way here after mindlessly wandering around the building to pleasantly find the empty room
Great
/takes a seat in the very back close to the window before plugging my ear buds in;looking out the window