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The sun peeks shyly over the Salem coast, painting the sky in shades of gold and orange. A gentle sea breeze stirs the damp cobblestones as the town slowly begins to stir. Porch lights are switched off one by one, the smoke from the first breakfasts rises from the colonial chimneys, and the aroma of freshly roasted coffee fills the main streets. Shops open their shutters, fishermen prepare their nets on the dock, and the murmur of the town coming to life replaces the night's silence.

Soon, the daily rhythm quickens with the ringing of alarm clocks and the movement of students. Young people walk briskly along the sidewalks covered in dry leaves, greeting each other with laughter as they adjust their backpacks. As they approach the school, the bustle concentrates in front of the building's large windows. Yellow school buses park in a row, unloading lines of students, while the morning traffic flows slowly amidst the steam rising from car engines.

Stepping through the double doors of the main entrance, the cool air outside gives way to the warmth of the lobby. The central corridor is a hive of morning energy: the echo of footsteps on the polished floor mingles with the metallic click of lockers opening and closing, conversations about last night's homework, and shared laughter before first class.
Among the crowd that moves in unison down the main corridor, the tour ends at the wooden doorway of a classroom. Inside, the morning light floods in through the tall windows, illuminating the rows of neat desks, the clean blackboard, and the teacher's table, where the tranquil atmosphere invites you to take a seat, take out your notebooks, and formally begin a new academic day.