Well, you learn something every day. The place was in Philadelphia, and one of George's three homes. The only thing she knew about the dude other than him being the first president was that he had his face carved onto the big rock with three other dudes faces. One of the other guys on the rock was Abe Lincoln, maybe. She’d probably learn sooner or later. She jotted down a few notes on what was said; George had three houses, one was the original white house (the one in Philadelphia), and John Adams (the vice and later second president) was the one to finish off Georges move to where the white house is now. Good for John, he seemed like a productive dude. 

  She finished jotting her notes down in time to notice the person she was seated next to change size. And… material. She could have sworn the dude was made of metal and a lot bigger just a moment ago. Why’d he change? She shifted her gaze to look at him for a second before turning back to her paper. The teacher was talking, so outright asking something like that out loud would be embarrassing and rude. She’d give him a note asking. She took a fresh piece of lined paper and quietly tore off a piece, small enough to act as a little note, before scribbling her message on. 

~Yo, you kind of just de- metalized out of nowhere and shrunk. You alright? 
 
  She read over her very brief note. It sounded a little overly concerned, since it really wasn’t any of her business, but then again it would be better to check if everything was alright. A little concern never hurt anyone, right? And there had to be some reason why he had to do that. She checked to make sure that the teacher was teaching not looking at her, and then handed/slid the once metal person the note. She made brief eye contact with him before looking back to her work.