Sam left the room as soon as the teacher had told them what to do. It wasn't that he didn't care about the other people in the class, but he was too nervous to talk to any of them. The teacher wanted to test them, which only added to his anxiety. What if he screwed up, and made himself the target of ridicule, like that time in first grade when he had collapsed during the sports day. No, he had to think positive.

Not wearing the jumpsuit, as it'd pass right through him, he instead went straight to the training ground. His strength was in his intangibility, and his intellect, both of which would be hindered by trying to keep up the facade of wearing the physical clothing. By focusing, he changed his ethereal school uniform into the jumpsuit, so he wouldn't stand out that much. He stood in the shade, as he wasnt sure how strong the sun would be.