First thoughts

I can feel I'm shaking like a leaf, I can't just start doing sign language like that in front of them, they'll think I'm crazy. I feel sweat beading on my forehead and my heart beating faster. I look in front of me and all my future classmates seem to be waiting for me to say something but I don't know because the only thing I can do is act but I'm also afraid to do it.

I feel the professor moving beside me and I can imagine his face, which is no doubt similar to those of my classmates – they are waiting impatiently and I imagine being annoyed.

What to do but what to do?

Suddenly the door opens wide and a young man enters with a bored face, he is rather tall with very square shoulders, and his face is lowered which means that I cannot see his face well under his dark hair but with fine features as I can discern there it looks beautiful - at least what I can think of the term.

He passes in front of me and the teacher without saying a word and I find him particularly badly brought up, gi