Hearing my scream, a man walked out of the "pillar of hope" and asked, "Who the Hell are you?"

"I am but a simple-" I cut myself off, and reminded myself of what Jeremiah told me and continued, "I'm a traveler who came here to hopefully enroll in this school."

"We don't just enroll anyone, you know. Dror has a reputation to keep."

"I assure you, I'll be able to get in without any trouble," I told him with confidence.

"Oh, a little cocky, eh? Although that's not necessarily a bad thing. What's your name?"

"Felix, sir," I replied with a bow.

He sighed, akin to what everyone else did around me, "Last name?"

"Custos, sir," I said, still in a bow.

"Very interesting, I'll give you a chance, Mr. Custos."

"Thank you sir, what do I have to do?" I straightened my back, and stretched.

"It's simple, you just have to answer a few questions in a reasonable amount of time, and I'll decide if you are fit for this school."

"That's it? I assumed it would be a lot more complicated. With this being the best school ever and all," I replied, rather relieved

He laughed, "Our enrollment process is," a pause, "Unorthodox, to say the least. Anyways, I'm anxious to go home, so let's get this over with."

"Alright!" I agreed heartily, preparing for the questions.

"What is 57395 squared?" He asked with a grin. "Need a piece of paper?" He taunted when he saw me hesitate.

"No, sir, that would not be necessary, but thanks for the offer. The answer is 3294186025, is it not?"

"That's exactly right, just what I expected from a Custos. Next! Give me the chemical equation for photosynthesis."

I laughed at the simplicity of it, "Six CO2's plus six H20's when exposed to sunlight turns to C6H1206 plus 02. Anything else?" I asked, rather smugly.

"Yes, just one more, name all of the presidents up to the current one, in order," He stressed the last part needlessly, as it was obvious.

"George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Monroe, John Quincy Adams, Andrew Jackson," I continued listing off their names, flawlessly I might add, until I reached the last one, Barack Hussein Obama."

"You have passed! Congratulations! Now you will need to take a placement test. Would you like to get it over with, or wait until tomorrow?"

"I have nothing better to do, I'll take it now."

"Dammit. I wanted to go home," He said in a jocular tone, "Alright, follow me," He motioned into the school. "Pardon the chaos, things have been strange, as I'm sure you've noticed," He apologized as we entered the school.

"What mess? It looks perfectly fine to me." I questioned sincerely.

"It's nothing of importance, let's just get to my office," Once we arrived at his working area, he sat down, gestured for me to take a seat, and pulled out a massive packet of paper.

"Do I have to finish all of that?" I inquired, immensely curious.

"Indeed, it should take you a while. If you fail, you will not be accepted. If you achieve a grade anywhere between 70-80, you will be placed in the C class. For a 81-90, B class. In the rare case you manage to get a 91-99, you will go to the A class. Now, keep in mind, only one person has managed to get a perfect score on this test, in an astonishing two hours, and is in a class of her own, both literally and metaphorically. It is dubbed the S class. You have twelve hours to complete it, and if you finish in less than five hours, you will be rewarded with five extra percentage points. That should be enough of an introduction, so good luck, and your time starts now," He placed the packet in front of me, facedown.

I get to work immediately, not wasting any time. I flipped to the back page to check the total number of pages, and was shocked when the number thirty greeted me. I cracked my knuckles and smiled widely, "This oughta be fun."