A new type of classmates...

I finally got accepted into college.
On my first day I was beyond nervous! My sister stood beside me as we were waiting for the bus in the winter cold and you could tell that she was scared too. We climbed onboard the 25 and fifteen minutes later arrived at the huge campus. Being there several times before, it was relatively easy to find our way to class yet since we were having different lessons we were forced to split ways. I climbed the stairs on automatic mode, my mind imagining who my classmates would be. Room 4010 began to near, the wooden door just inches away. I glanced at my watch, 5 minutes late...Fantistic...
Closing my eyes, a sudden rush of courage running through me I turned the knob and stepped inside.
My first instict was to look around. I noticed my teacher: a short technophobic russian woman with a perma-frown ( and for those who don't know the expression it means a permanent frown). Then I realized something else, I was the only white person in the class. No offense, I'm not racist or anything of the sort but I kinda felt out of place among the thirteen others that were there, with the exception of the teacher. I signed the presence sheet and quickly made my way to a vacant table near the back.
Time passed and yet more people kept coming in. To my relief four more "white" girls came in, along with another couple of dark skinned students. I looked around again and almost laughed. My class seemed something out of the united nations commity meeting. All sorts of nacionalities were in this small cubical: mexican, cubans, jamiacans, african-american, spanish, portuguese, brasilians, and even egyptians.
Time passed when suddenly the teacher gazed at the clock that hung at the back of the class and gave us a five minute break. As if on cue, everyone rumaged through their coats and pockets to get their phones. I couldn't believe what I was seeing! Of the entire twenty-four people in my class everyone was ticking away on their phone. The misplaced feeling returned as I scribbled lines on an empty page of my book to pass the time.

It is a bit different then my old school and my old classes
but it's a new experience and a new stage of my life.