A little crazy…

After a thirty minute ride or so, the bus pulls up to the high school next to the other busses that are already parked and empty. The bus doors swing open and you’re the first to leave, as you are eager to find what’s waiting in this new life of yours. As you walk into the building, you are greeted by a sweet looking lady who hands you a paper. You look down and view your schedule. “Hey don’t we get to chose our classes?” The lady looks at you confused, then turns back to hand out more of the randomly selected classes. You cut your losses and begin heading for room 146, your home room which is an unspecified class on your sheet.