Starting in class C: not completely defective.

Arc 1 Chapter 1: A new life

(Nothing changes on the bus so I'm skipping straight to when Ayanokouji is about to take his first steps towards the school)
As I got off the bus, I saw a gate formed from natural rock waiting just ahead. All the young boys and girls dressed in school uniforms were passing through this gate.
The Japanese government had created the Tokyo Metropolitan Advanced Nurturing High School with the express purpose of developing future leaders. This would be my school from now on.
Okay, stop for a moment. Take a deep breath. All right, here we go.
"Wait!"
The instant I tried to take my first step, someone called out to me. It was the girl who'd sat next to me on the bus.
"You were looking at me. Why?" she asked.
She narrowed her eyes while we spoke.
"Hm, from the way you had your nose buried in your book, I'd have thought you were oblivious to the situation around you, much less the fact that I looked at you."
"How impertinent of you, but you didn't answer my question: why were you looking at me?"
"I was just wondering why you didn't give up your seat for that poor old woman. Couldn't you see she had trouble standing?"
"That's right. I didn't consider giving it up. Is there something wrong with that?"
"Not at all. I mean, you heard that other boy's argument didn't you? Not only did no one have to stand so the old woman could sit down, ignoring the moral implications, but it would have been a waste of our energy to stand up for her."
"So you thought it would have been pointless to stand for her"
"Of course. It wouldn't have mattered. She would have arrived at her destination, and we would arrive at hours, regardless of whether I gave up my seat for her or not."
"Hm. I feel the exact same way. At first I thought you probably just didn't want to be the centre of attention, or disliked trouble, but it seemed my initial impression of you was wrong."
"Well, I am so glad that you feel that way, but we should really get to the entrance ceremony now."
"Agreed."
We walk to the hall where the entrance ceremony is being held.
"I hope you don't become an annoyance now, just because we think alike."
I hope you don't get too big headed over having a similarity with me.
"Of course, that would be to my detriment. I can tell that you're someone who would like to be left alone by people who talk too much."
"You're quite perceptive."
When we reach the hall, we part ways and stand in lines according to which class we are in. I stand in the line labelled Class 1-C, and the black haired girl I was talking to stand in the line labelled Class 1-D.
I realised I forgot to ask her name. I'll have to ask her later, if I even see her again. She seems intelligent enough, and strong willed. The kind of person you want on your side.

In the line the girl was standing in, most of the people looked pretty average and undisciplined. I had heard this school was meant to accept people who were to become the elites of Japanese society, but by the way they look, they don't seem very "elite" to me.
But perhaps I was wrong. Perhaps they were on my level, and had talent enough to conceal it. One red haired boy certainly looked physically adept enough to last at least a little while in a fight against me, but didn't look all that intelligent.
There was a boy with glasses who looked like a classic honour student. I bet he studied every day, but I could tell from the way he carried himself that he had little to no physical talent.
I looked to the other side of the room, where what I saw was quite different:
I saw a small white haired girl who's eyes darted around, taking in everything she could. She looked frighteningly intelligent. She was probably looking around and making all the observations that I was.
Behind her was a slender boy with long, greasy, unkempt hair, and wearing gloves. I could tell that he had a toned frame. By the looks of the slight muscles I saw around his shoulders and legs, he had trained in combat, probably some form of martial arts.
In the row to my left, everyone seemed to be either average or above average, in either academics or physical prowess.
There was a girl with strawberry blond hair that instantly gave you a feeling of friendliness and calm. She looked as though she would make many friends among both boys and girls.
A few rows behind her stood a tall boy with violet hair. He looked cunning, but not anything special compared to the likes of the girl I spoke to before, or the white haired girl on the far side of the room.
And then we had my row.
I didn't know how to describe them. I would be hard pressed to define my class in one category.
One boy I saw in front of me was enormous, easily the tallest in our year. He was black, and built like an ox. He would be able to crush the red haired boy in the line next to us like a bug.
And then, there was a tall boy with shoulder length magenta hair. He was well built, and he instantly put me on guard. I could tell from a glance that he'd seen his fair share of brawls and fistfights. I could tell he would be a central figure within class 1-C.
It was then that I noticed a pattern between the 4 lines that represented the 4 classes. The line on the far left of the hall, class 1-A, seemed to have truly exceptional students within, such as the white haired girl. The class to the left of us, 1-B, seemed to be made up of intelligent people, but they didn't seem to be at quite the same level to 1-A. Our line, class 1-C, had people who were clever and strong, like the magenta haired boy or the big guy, but I could tell that they had some major flaws. Class 1-D seemed to have the least intelligent or physically able people in it. There were some people like they boy with glasses, or the red haired boy that had talent in their respective field, but were too lacking in other areas. And then there were some students like a certain grey haired boy that seemed to have no great skill in anything. I could tell from a glance that he wouldn't get very far in life.
From these observations, I can come up with a hypothesis: the school organises each class depending on ability. But what purpose would they have for doing that? Was it to give each class an education tailored to that specific class, with class A receiving a complex education, and class D receiving a slightly less complex one. No, that can't have been right. For instance what about the boy with glasses in 1-D. He certainly seemed clever. Certainly smarter than even some of the class 1-A students. But then why didn't he belong in class 1-A if he was so smart?
Before I could continue thinking, the entrance ceremony began.