Evelyn had no clue what they were going to be doing in this. Which was a shame, because she really liked the subject too, but she hated not knowing what the were going to do.

Cowgirl hats?

....Cowgirl attire?

....

WHAT!? "Good day, Professor Carlt-" Huh, where was the Profesor? Whatever. Wearing her oldest pair of jeans that were slightly roughed up and faded (though still in good condition of course), and a dark brown blouse, the fourth year looked for a seat to sit at. Of course, it wasn't a cowgirl shirt, but it was all that she had. Meh. The only thing she did have for this lesson were the shoes. Something she had for fun when she was younger (yes, she admits that she had cowgirl shoes when she was younger) that she took with her when she moved into Destiny's house for the summer. Her uncle gave them to her so she HAD to keep them. Having had to enlarge them just a bit though, since she wasn't seven anymore, the dark brown cowgirl boots matched her shirt. All in all, she was pretty happy that she was at least trying.

Tying her hair up into a ponytail before setting her bag on the ground at a desk...in the front. Yes, she WILL get over this weird fear of sitting in the front.