Clayton kept his eyes of Mr. Adams for most of the class and seemed fairly interested. This was a fairly good class for the start of the day. Suddenly what seemed to be an extreme egotist practically exploded in to the class room. Clayton swung his head around pretty violently at the loud girl and listened to her speech. He shook his head, it almost seemed like this school was full of, well, some pretty weird people and though he didn't want to be included on that list, he probably would eventually. At the end of the eccentric students speech she mentioned her name, Ritzy. He quickly peered back at the board and there she was, her name sitting among his in the dorm list. He shook his head and turned back to the teacher.
Clayton watched just as the other students did but he seemed slightly more... Nervous. When Mr. Adams suspected everyone to know most of the type-chart he tried to suppress himself from raising his hand and saying that he didn't know a lot of the type-chart. He wasn't normally the type of person to refrain from being open but he didn't want them to realize he didn't know much of the skills it takes to be a good trainer, though he could battle fine. He supposed the rest of the class knew practically all of the Pokémon types and the factors that they held. He let that thought dwell on his mind up until Mr. Adams said they already had homework, Clayton sighed. Then he said the homework was battling his fellow dorm-mates. He slapped his hand against his face and cursed to himself. He wanted to learn more about battling and types before actually battling and that through all of his plans out of the window. After Mr. Adams dismissed class he picked up his back, slung it around his shoulder and started for the door.