Was this a hostile environment?

The students began to stare at one another, examining each other for information and tidbits that they could use for future reference. "I am Anzehlika." She said as others began to introduce themselves, rather awkwardly might she add. This caused the girl to sink back a bit and stand beside her luggage, listening to the conversations that somewhat erupted.

Anzhelika managed to pick up quite a few English words from studying, she knew greeting lines, questions, most of the vocabulary though still was rather knew to the concept of complicated sentences. The confident Russian was proud of her skills, but didn't want to embarrass herself when it came to a word she hadn't learned yet.

She ran her fingers through her the tips of her braids, intertwining her hair with her index finger. They all looked antsy, most at least, like chickens in a slaughterhouse. Anzhelika let out a small sigh as she looked up at the school. It was a great sight to see, but the school's urge to get them here was rather upsetting.