#newstudent

I'm excited to be a new student.

I know that I'm going to make so many friends and my teachers will love me.

I am very likable.

I am easily noticed and recognized as someone people want to be friends with.

My new school will be very nice.

Making new friends comes right easily to me.

I detach from the idea of failing and trust that I am going to succeed it academically.

I am ready to start over new.

Exciting new beginnings and experiences await me.

I love all my new classes.

My teachers are going to be amazing.

I'm excited to participate in the new sports and extracurricular activities I have.

I know this year is going to be amazing at my new school.

 Edgar is applying to Bungou Academy, a prestigious educational institution ran by Japan’s great writer Natsume Soseki. After a nerve-wracking interview, he decides to go to the restroom, on the way there, he gets lost and meets a certain emerald eyed boy.

Inspired by my own experience. Hope you enjoy!

“Hah...That interview was really tense...I hope I did okay...” Mumbled Poe, who just exited the president’s office for his interview. The young man was currently in Bungou Academy and he was applying there so he can go to Bungou Academy for his high school years. 

He suddenly felt the urge to pee and he hurriedly sped walked to his friend, Karl, who was also an applicant. 

“Hey, Karl, Could you please look after my things? I’m going to the restroom real quick!” The brown haired male nodded 

“Sure thing, Poe-kun”

“Thanks, i’ll be back” He ran to the nearest hallway and Karl suddenly realized 

‘Wait, does he even know where the restrooms are??’

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“Ugh...I just ran into a random hallway...Where am I??” Poe’s sweat dropped in worry as he looked above each door to look for the restroom sign but he couldn’t find it anywhere. The tall boy sighed and without looking where he was going, accidentally bumped into a student. 

The two fell onto their butts on the floor and Poe quickly stood up and offered his hand 

“I-I am so sorry! I didn’t mean t-” Before Poe could finish his sentence, the person already stood up

“The world’s greatest detective can stand up by himself” Said the boy, looking unbothered and bored and Poe just stared at him in confusion. The person was a student wearing a gakuran, he had messy brown hair and his eyes were covered by glasses. 

“O-Okay..?” The boy started walking off but before he could leave the hallway, he turned around and took off his glasses. Poe felt all the oxygen from his lungs disappear as he looked into the other’s mesmerizing emerald eyes

His heart started beating faster and faster

He felt his face flush 

He could feel even more sweat dripping from his neck and into his collar

“The name’s Edogawa Ranpo, the world’s greatest detective” 

Transferring high schools all across the world? That’s not intimidating or scary or nervewracking at all! 

Unlike some other students, I had a choice and I had a great influence on that final choice. A privilege to be sure, and I hope I’m not taking it for granted. Because of that, I’m pretty excited. But of course, I’m also a (mildly) anxiety-ridden teenager who gets (mildly) depressed, and (mildly) stressed at times. I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a few breakdowns along the way. 

Some of these are irrational I admit.

Not only am I transferring, I’m moving across the world from Indonesia (have I not mentioned that yet?). Culture shock would be inevitable, and feeling like I don’t fit in. 

Along with getting used to a new AP system and school, there’s pressure to find friends, fit in, understand the culture (I know people say white Americans don’t have a culture, but that’s just white guilt. BE PROUD OF YOUR CULTURE WHATEVER IT IS!), and of course, moving in, adjusting chores and cooking, buying and renovating furniture, and getting rid of my mom and uncles’ university junk.

Odd thing: getting a part-time job? In Indonesia, we don’t really have that unless you’re a college student or older. Younger students typically just help out with their family business, chores, or duties (e.g. wrapping fruit to sell at the market). I feel pressured to get a part-time job or something, or fear being called a spoiled rich kid.

American history, songs, and flag saluting. The last time I sang an American patriotic song and really looked at the flag was when I was in the first half of first grade where we’d do it every day in the morning before I moved to Indonesia. Lincoln’s Address? No clue, just something about scores and years. My knowledge of American history is pretty limited too. It’s pretty much just a general arc: slavery, revolution, civil war, emancipation, world wars, civil rights, then now. 

Learning French for the first time. I’m bilingual and can understand the tiniest smidge of Chinese, but French? Completely foreign.

The AP system and block scheduling. Confusing. Why. Good for math subjects but seems boring for other subjects. I just got my schedule recently and didn’t understand what all the A, B, C, Ds meant. Also, the grading system. I have to adjust and make sure I know what work is prioritized or not. Also, what the heck is “credit”? I understand it in a general high school diploma thing, but not in a “you’ll get extra credit for this class if you do this!” How many credits do you need in a class to pass it or get a certain grade? Is that even how it works?!?

Meeting new people. I don’t think I have to explain this.

My strategy for the fall? 

Be friendly. Don’t zone out, accidentally staring at someone for a creepy amount of time. Be aware. 

Join clubs and extracurriculars. A group of mutual interests.

ASK FOR HELP WHEN NEEDED. As someone said, “It’s better to be stupid for a few seconds than be stupid for a month.”

Remember that the world does not revolve around you. Did something you think it cringy? They probably didn’t even notice it. Nobody cares about you. (Not in a depressing way)

It’s a new place. Nobody knows you. Don’t be worried about what the past think of you. Build a new, better, more confident version of yourself.

The sun rises vibrantly across Kamar Taj, Stephen eagerly awaits his students to begin the days lesson. It’s been several years now since his new life began after his life changing accident...he breathes a sigh of contentment knowing that he’s where he belongs and all has fallen into place. As he begins to sort out the days lesson plan in his train of thought, he turns to hear the footsteps and murmurs of students arriving to the training room....

“Good Morning, Master Strange” they say gently in unison

“Good Morning, students..I trust you’re all rested and ready for today’s lesson, I’d like to take a moment to thank you for arriving in your red training tunics for the day..we have hard work to do.” Stephen takes a moment to admire his young pupil’s..hands behind his back, posture erect with pride and impression. They’ve come a long way since their beginning, throughout every lesson, every word of instruction, they’ve grasp the concept of their abilities quite quickly..and scanning the group carefully, he can already see the powerful potential for them to become great sorcerers and sorceresses of the mystic arts. 

He smiles gently, thinks to himself..let the teaching begin.

Stephen begins with welcome and words of motivation...

“Welcome to another day of combat training, so far you’ve all done an exceptional job..your strength is improved beyond measure and you’ve overcome many fears when attacking enemies and defending yourselves with your, spells, enchantments, and relics...however, we need to work on the physical standpoint of fighting. Make your movements sharper and find new ways of keeping your opponent at bay, as you evolve in your training, combat here at the Karma Taj also evolves. After all, we’re not in the dinosaur age.” He chuckles, winking at the group...the class giggles in reply. 

“So, first thing first...is there anyone here who has trained with their relics, spells, and incantations..but not WITHOUT them?” 

“ I haven’t, Master Strange’... A warm, dove like voice replys.. the group of students all turn their attention to a very beautiful girl..stepping forward, looking directly at Stephen..He himself couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Goddess like shape, her tunic embracing her in all the right places, molten amber eyes sparkling at him, raven black locks. silk cream skin anticipating a soft caress, and lips that make soft pink rose petals envious...he eyes her up and down as she stops directly in front of him, this playful warmth surging through him. He smirks mirthfully..

“You haven’t have you? I’m surprised..I hadn’t seen you during other lessons.” Arista is taken aback by the delicious, smooth baritone of Stephen’s voice..it was like a sensuous melody to her ears. She especially couldn’t stop looking at him while listening to him speak, his elegant posture, shoulders for miles, arms made for the most smoldering, passionate embrace a woman could ever experience. A powerful chest that must harbor a fierce heartbeat...and everything else that hides beneath his tunic, he’s positively the most gorgeous man she’d ever leapt eyes on..”His eyes, a mystical blue..seductive in every way. His beautiful face, cheek bones you could swear were carved from marble...Oh my sweet stars” she thinks..

“Although, I’m glad to have you join us miss?”.....She snaps out of her delectable thoughts.. “Arista, Master Strange...Arista Swanson” she replies blushing.. Stephen decided to wait a little to let her know that her gazing hadn’t gone without notice...he saucily smirks at the pink staining her cheeks.. Arista quickly shifts her eyes but ever quicker returns her attention to him...she was desperately fighting for her knees not to weaken...

“Arista, hmmm...very beautiful name.”  He eyes her, while careful not give away how much he was enjoying the sight of her in front of the students..who were watching the exchange with delight...the girls muffling their giggles. The boys eyeing Arista’s figure.. “Why haven’t you joined us til now, Arista?” he asked..”I had fallen sick, Master..”Doctor” He corrected her..

“Doctor”, she replies...”I had fallen sick and I couldn’t join lessons my first few days here, the common cold..you understand” 

“Ah I see, well..welcome! You say you’ve never fought without relics, spells, and such? Stephen is already curious to see where he stands.. “No, not as of yet..but I’ve heard you’re the best to teach such skill”...Arista’s voice is taking a warmer tone, flirty and sassy..Stephen ever so slowly smiles the sexiest smile she’d ever witnessed, he replies...

“You heard right, Miss Swanson..since our student and mentor relationship begins today. Allow me to extend this proper welcome, My name is Doctor Stephen Strange and I look forward to instructing you...the question is...he slightly leans in whispering..”Are you prepared for what’s coming to you?” Licking his lips, smirking..eyeing her with zeal..

Attention incoming Freshmen and Transfer students for fall 2018:

*Don't forget to register for New Student Orientation!*

A beautiful spring season brings with it a lot of awesome new students. We’re excited to give this month’s Fresh Face Award to Amelia Olson!

Amelia is an outgoing, friendly student who has found her niche in our IT-Network Specialist program. Back when her husband was living in Houston,Texas, he had his own business fixing computer hardware. Soon her husband moved up to Wisconsin, where they got married, and after working with him on a couple of computers, Amelia was hooked! She is excited to become his partner in business.

Being from Bloomer, coming to CVTC made sense for Amelia. Her sister had graduated from the Early Childhood Education program. She admitted that she was nervous to start; she knew that she wasn’t a traditional student coming back at 31 years old, and she’s also the only female in most of her classes. However, she is already feeling a new level of determination that she didn’t have when she tried right after high school and thinks that it definitely has contributed to her success so far!

Amelia has acquired a lot of new hobbies lately, and we all need a break from thinking about classes sometimes. One of her favorites is cross-stitch. She thinks of it as not only a creative activity, but also a therapeutic one. She also started to pick up playing piano again after six years of lessons when she was a teenager. She previously wasn’t able to afford lessons, but after striking up a house-cleaning deal with a piano teacher, she’s well on her way to actively making music again!

Amelia has received a lot of support in her new pursuits so far. While she has been able to tailor her schedule enabling her to be in class when her kids are in school, her husband has done a great job helping out when schedules don’t quite workout the way she would like. She also wants to thank her sister for being so supportive. Amelia is honored that she was nominated for this award!

Congratulations Amelia! We’re excited to be a part of the rest of your educational journey.