Dimitri let out an exasperated sigh as he exited the principle's office with a schedule sheet in his hand. Thirty minutes, that was how long it had been since his Uncle dropped him off at school, and approximately twenty five of those minutes had been spent listening to the principle explain the school, schedules, extracurricular activities, and rules. Lifting up his sheet, Dimitri surveyed his schedule to see precisely were he'd end up for first period, "Combat? They teach that in high school? Abuela never mentioned that...", he muttered, unaware of the fact that normal high schools didn't have such classes. The b'alam stopped by the front desk to acquire the directions to his class, and then he was off, walking in a silent, yet quick manner as he made his way towards the dojo.
[edited the post a bit, thanks for the heads up Cyndus]