I stood in the doorway of my new class anticipating something. I was waiting for the teacher and students to arrive. Change was new to me. I was in the same class, with the same student body for 4 years. And now I was stepping out of my ordinary circle that I was used to and comfortable in, and plunging into the unknown. At least I knew that the teacher was good; my sisters transfered me to this particular class because of the core teacher. They knew her well. Lyuba, my sister, had Zoya Dmitrievna as her core teacher from first to eleventh year. That class graduated in May, and now, in September, I was going to be with this teacher. I was not scared I just didn't know what to expect.