EMT educational narrative draft continued

(Part II)
The first day of EMT school finally came around and I showed up to the fire station confident. I walked through the front door into the main lobby area, and continued down the hall to the classroom. As soon as I opened the door, I saw five tables able to seat four people each. I wasn't surprised to see mostly men standing around, getting acquainted with everyone in the class. We all drew numbers to determine which table we would sit. I ended up sitting at the table in the very front of the classroom. I was the last one to draw the number for my table so when I went to sit down, the three other people were already there and I would complete the group. My group consisted of three men, all of which had just completed the fire fighters training course that was held in the months prior to the medical course. They greeted me with unsure smiles. By the looks they gave me, I could tell they were slightly disappointed that they had to share a group with a female. I felt like this was high school all over again. I did a good job of covering it up but to be honest, my confidence level dropped the second I walked into the classroom. I was all of a sudden intimidated by thought of the whole idea of becoming an EMT. The majority of the class was composed of men who, like those at my table, had just completed the “fire” course. I wasn't only the youngest of the three females, but the youngest in the whole class. I didn't know a single person and I just felt like the odd one out. I could tell this was going to be a more difficult journey than I anticipated.