Whole ZeroesWhat the hell am I doing here? I think to myself where I'm standing in the spacious lobby and watch with wide eyes the new world around me. I am a zero. People are rushing all over, many of them are looking at papers with timetables. Some are wrinkly and have been folded many times over, others are straight, even plastered down into a folder. I swallow and look at mine. Find the Math room. I wonder if the teacher is any good. What if it's some awful goon? What if some goons sit next to me? Which leads me to that question; where am I going to sit? Is it totally nerdy to sit at the front? I would probably hear the teacher better. What if I'm th