You were a girl with white long hair and pinkish esys. As you were walking towards your dorm room, which was on the other side of the school. As you're walking past a classroom, you see Hitoshi Shinso, and Shota Aizawa the teacher in the class. You couldn't hear what they say, but both had tired cold looks. You managed to hear

Shinso: I guess being a transfer student to 1-B isn't that bad, is it?

Aizawa: is better than nothing, get used to it.