What? That seemed like a weird start to an activity. Oliver still had absolutely no idea what they were going to do. Moxley's instructions only succeeded in making him more confused than he already had been.

But he would do as he had been told. Oliver gathered up his bag (he hadn't taken anything out of it, so it wasn't hard) and stood up. What was the point in having the comfy chairs if they weren't even going to be sitting in them? Whatever. He dropped his bag at the front of the classroom and leaned down to pull off his shoes as well. He hoped nobody in the room had really smelly feet.