Thrown off a cliff. 

First, he had been treated to the sight of rampaging chickens. That alone had shattered the whole "elite" and "mystical" feeling that Beacon gave off. He was prepared to forget that and start anew to be impressed again. While the headmaster's address did give him a sense of accomplishment in actually arriving here, allowing him to go to sleep that night with a new sense of purpose and hope, the whole atmosphere beacon gave off just felt too clean for him at the moment. 

...Then he was told he was going to be launched off of a cliff right into the middle of a grimm infested forest. Goddamnit Beacon. 

Watching one by one as fellow first years were flung off of a cliff, Gerald braced himself. Finally being flung into the air, he allowed himself to soar for a bit, his black coat actually buttoned up to avoid whipping around in anyone's face as he flew. Allowing himself to soar for a bit, Gerald reached into his coat and pulled out Anwarter, loading a six round string of dust shells that he knew had the pattern "Red-Red-Blue-Red-Blue-Red". Aiming in front of him, he fired to rounds, explosions causing the leaves and smaller branches to blow off of the tree he planned on using as a landing device. Firing the third round, the ice bayonet formed and he used it to stop himself on the tree, stabbing into it and watching as it carved a line straight down the tree as he slowly made his way to a stop. Finally arriving on the forest floor, Gerald took a moment to appreciate the fact he was alive. 

God. Damnit. Beacon.