Tuesday, September 3rd, 2289 First day of classes

The first day of class! Homeroom first class of the day after having moved in just yesterday it was to be expected the next day would be school. Of course the first day everyone was a little excited except Chris. He was working his hardest not to get antsy or to get too jittery. It wasn't working very well, but he was still trying. Sitting at the back next to wing boy and behind everyone else, he was watching as people filed into the room. Finally, their teacher came in almost last at promptly 8 am as the bell rang instead of introducing himself he turned to the chalkboard and wrote in classic white chalk, ’Quirk Assessment Day’ then turning around he said, ”You may all know me as the Number 7 Hero: The Patriot. Allow me to introduce myself more appropriately to everyone here my name is Rudolf Theodore, students you can call me Mr. T, or Patriot, as both are my name publicly.”

He stood at the podium the class was in rows of four, and there were six rows. A total of a possible 24 students. And today everyone was going to show off their quirks in front of everyone else. Once attendance is taken, Mr. T lead the students out the side door and into the central courtyard. Patriot spoke, as he did his Quirk caused everyone who was careless to become just as dangerous, ”We have 24 students today I will be scaling your Quirks and progress in the development of your quirks, let it be known, you can fail this test. Failure will result in expulsion.”

A long silence followed by, ”Let's begin.” He turned to towards the group of students and pointed at a set of well-defined set of pitches one was a simple shotput pitch with measurement markers every 50 yards as far as the eye could see. Next to it was a line with six half boxes looking like a strangely long letter E stuck to a mirror, so the sticks popped out both sides. The third pitch was a straight set of a ten-yard dash with six rows. The fourth was a set of targets set up like an archery range. It seemed there were only four tests, but that was all that was visible from their standpoint. Each of the students was still feeling the unnatural seriousness from Inspire, so they all were feeling a bit stressed.

”There will be several tests for this Quirk Apprehension Test, ” he explained to the students, ”each of you will be trying your best since until this point you've been forbidden from using your Quirks. There are several challenging trials here: the 50-yard dash, the standing long jump, the grip strength test, the sustained sideways jump test, the pitch and the target practices. Emitter types are allowed to take target test instead of the grip strength test. Anyone can opt for the alternative test of accuracy; it's just suggested for emitters. Shall we go alphabetically or reverse alphabetically?”

Waiting for the students to decide he figures they are taking far too long to resolve and says, ”Alphabetical by the last name it is. Let's start with Bolt, Chris; you're going first what would you like the class to tackle first?”

Chris had turned to ask the class and after hearing their options turned to Patriot and answered with the consensus vote, "Looks like the class would like to do the Sprint first." He was as laid back as normal but he seemed a little excited. He and some students lined up for the first heat, it seemed that the groups of six included him and a few other, but he didn't impress with his speed, he had strong legs so he could have easily ran a bit faster but a solid 4th place was fine. After all this test wasn't his ace, as long as he aced one of the tests he could be sure no one would beat him out but he was actually holding a slugger since his plan was to ace two tests, that would clinch him a top spot without him having to make a big deal of it.

Looking around he tried to set himself at ease by observing the fellow classmates, which would be viable chill group, which would be far to high strung, and which would have the stick up their asses. A slight distinction from the high strung to the stick-holes, was the fact he could handle a high strung person for a little while before wanting to see what a bolt of electricity would do to them, the same was not true for the pompous pricks. The angel/bird dude had already seemed quick to temper bet he was a billy clubber. The little fox dude was cute, but the speed he spoke would make it hard to keep calm around. Then there was Tweedledee and Tweedledum, who seamed pretty chill, the girl with the hardcore stench of grease too. As other students lined up to do their heats he noticed that a few girls in this school were pretty hot, actually giving birdbrain minor cred, he was smoking hot, to bad he was a prick. Then there was 'samurai jack' this crew was full of potential, too bad he didn't have a reason to excel here. After all it was mom and dad that forced him break early and end up here. Why did they have to be so... ugh he had been away from the beach too long, he couldn't even think of a good, choppy! They had been choppy. Ugh he needed to find a way to get surfing again asap.