A girl...?

The entire situation was an awkward mess, two people with very different life experiences trying to relate without any idea of how the other's experience might possibly differentiate from their own.

At the very least Iesha gave him a bit of a lead on what to talk about, and Samuel nodded quickly. He didn't know for sure that the academy ran the same way as the school he was used to, but he figured it was probably mostly the same.

"Well, I haven't been to class here yet, but..." He started, taking a moment to think things over before responding. "You go to class and you sit with a bunch of other kids at your desks, and the teacher explains the lesson. Then they hand out classwork, which you're supposed to try and do on your own. Then the teacher goes over it and you check to see if you did well. Sometimes there's homework--which is work you're supposed to do at home to help you learn."

He figured that was about as good as an explanation as someone could get.

"And you have a bunch of different classes so you learn different things throughout the day," he added quickly, realizing it wasn't clear at all. "Does that help?"

That was... oh. Well. Samuel found himself temporarily at a loss, faced with the absolutely massive question of 'what are we supposed to be learning?'. How was he supposed to sum up all that?

"Uhm," he mumbled, clearly struggling with it. "Well... sort of... everything? I mean, you cover the basic stuffs like Math and English and History--or I guess whatever language, I don't know how it works--and then you also have specific stuff, like learning to control your powers. I haven't had any of those, though, since we didn't have them in America."

Unfortunately, Iesha was asking a lot of questions that Samuel was woefully unprepared for.

"I... don't know," he finally said after a little while. "I never really asked, since I do have powers. Maybe they have some other class that you go to instead? I guess you'll find out when you get your schedule."

Of course, then it occured to him that he hadn't been really clear.

"I guess you might have power class to better improve your own skills that aren't... you know, human? Like I don't really have magic, but it could help me control my shapeshifting, and maybe you have something like that which you could improve?"

Really, he had less than zero idea what she was actually capable of.

Samuel didn't have a much better idea then she did about what her power lessons could be. He didn't know if swimming could really be counted as something in a power lesson, but then he didn't know if it shouldn't be either.

At least he knew the answer to her second question.

"The administration wing! I already had to go to get my stuff, they should have schedules and everything for you. I can walk--uhm, slide? Slither--over with you if you want," he said, sparing a quick glance towards her distinct lack of legs. Was it still walking if only one of you had legs?

Sam was not doing well at this whole 'clearly communicating with someone who clearly struggles with human culture' thing.

Or maybe he wasn't doing well at figuring out what he was supposed to say to someone who wasn't even human.

"My left?" He said carefully, glancing to the left before realizing that no, of course she wasn't there yet, they hadn't even left.

Stupid. Stupid and embarrassed and feeling rather lost himself.

"I'm ready," he said, despite not feeling ready at all, and he opened the door to the hallway, heading down towards the office.