~Jake~

When I walked into the Music Appreciation classroom, I walked into the Music Appreciation classroom. None of my classmates were here yet, not that I minded. I saw that the teacher was already sitting at his desk, so I took that as the go-ahead to go in. I walked in, and took a seat at one of the desks in the second row, and grabbed my sketchbook out of my bag, and drew while I waited.

And as I waited, I heard the teacher's cell phone (or at least what I assumed was his cell phone) buzzing from someone calling multiple times. And when it did all of the time, I looked up and saw that he did not even move a muscle.

That seemed suspicious. Was he really ignorant to his calls, or avoiding someone? I sighed and tried not to think about it. After all, who was I to judge? I barely knew him.

But what was he hiding?

After about five minutes of waiting, I assumed that everyone was here because all of the seats were full. But Maddy still was not here.

I started to worry a bit because she is never late. She has a choir with Mr. Jones as well!

I checked the door about every ten seconds to see when Maddy walked through the door. But she never came.

I kept on looking at the door, but I had to direct my full attention to the front of the classroom where (who I thought was) Mr. Jones was standing to start the lesson.

"Good morning class, my name is Mr. Dave, and welcome to Musical Appreciation class."

'What?! I thought that I was going to have Mr. Jones!' I thought to myself.

Mr. Dave must have read my mind because the next thing that he said was,

"I know that you all expected to have Mr. Jones as your Musical Appreciation teacher, and I know that most of you even got the email from him. But the number of people taking this elective class was high, and there would not be enough space in this classroom for all of you, so you were all transferred to this classroom."

"Even if you did not get the email that you would be transferred to this classroom, I expect you all to perform at your maximum capacity, and for you all to not make a mistake while learning the curriculum that I have selected. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Dave." the majority of the class said in unison.

"Good, now I will hand out some packets for you to fill out to show me how full of knowledge your minds are, or how empty. When they are passed out, do not even get out a pencil before I say so. I do not want there to be any unfair advantages. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Dave." the class said in unison, once again.

"While you are all filling out your packets, I will be writing the classroom rules and expectations on the board, and I will expect you all to memorize them when you are all done with the packets so that you know them all for our next class. And make sure that you bring your instruments next class, or get a school instrument if you don't have one of your own, and make sure that it is properly tuned, is that understood?"

"Yes, Mr. Dave." everyone said, again.

As I waited to receive my packet, I tapped my heel silently on the floor to the rhythm of my favorite song to play on guitar.

I immediately stopped tapping my heel when Mr. Dave came close to the desk that I was sitting at. I do not want him to get me in trouble for something that I did not know was against the rules.

When my packet was put on my desk, (and it was a surprisingly big packet, I may add) and when Mr. Dave was passing out the packets to the rows closer to the back of the room, I resumed tapping my heel silently on the ground.

When Mr. Dave gave the all-clear to start working on the packet, I sped through the first few pages. And so far I knew everything that was on the packet after all. But that was before I reached the other pages. And on them, there were questions like:

“What is the first song that Habelabe composed in the 1650’s”

And:

“What was the day that Habelabe got his first violin? (hint; not the 1650’s”

We don’t even know who this person is! I never even heard of this name in history class! What does Mr. Dave think he is doing? This is not a history class, and this is not the orchestra class either.

~Maddy~

When I got to the musical appreciation classroom, I walked in and took a seat. I saw that there were already multiple other students in the room. And luckily, there weren’t any signs of Malinda and her friends. And I did not see any signs of Jake either.

I bet he will be here soon. He exited math class before I did. But I will see him during lunch, so I can ask him about the class then.

I looked at the clock hanging above the door, I saw that there were still about five to seven minutes left until class would start. So I pulled out a spare notebook from my bag and started a new story.

As some more time passed, more people came into the classroom. And as I heard the door open and close, I looked up from my notebook, I saw that Jake still hasn’t come to class yet.

I started to slightly worry because if I learned anything about crazy girls in schools, it is that they will not hesitate to make sure that they are dating the cutest guy. Which does not make sense to me, because all that I care about (and what other people should care about) is that they should care about the fact that the people that they want to be around are good people on the inside with good intentions in life.

“Good morning class.” the teacher said. “My name is Mr. Jones, and before we start, I will make it known that the Musical Appreciation class had to be split in two, because of the number of people that decided to choose this class.”

“You may be confused as to why you have not received the email telling you about this before now, and it was because of a small virus that has been taken care of, on my email, and the email of the other Musical Appreciation teacher.”

“But let’s not let that get in the way of our learning. Today I will have you all fill out a packet of questions for me to see what you know, and what instrument you play, and whether or not you need to borrow one from the school.”

As Mr. Jones went to grab the stack of packets to hand out to the class, I put my story notebook back into my bag and waited to receive my packet.

‘I guess that is why Jake is not here.’ I thought to myself. ‘I wonder if he was as confused as I was, well, still am.’