A World Overview

[Ráhel Sárközi]

Calling:
Elizabeth Toman - 1
Natalie Popović - 1
Geraldine Cliff - 2
Kallistos Rolleston - 2
Jessamine Smith - 3
Stefano Rice - 3

Ráhel left her science classroom and made her way over to the social sciences wing. Teaching three different subjects, it was strange to have two separate classrooms, but at the same time, it had given her an opportunity to decorate the classrooms as she saw fit – And the large classroom building still had a couple of empty classrooms, since there was almost one for every class offered, and she knew a few teachers who chose to keep the same room if they taught two subjects under the same idea. Like her, with her physics and chemistry. But geography fell under the purview of the social sciences department, so here she was. The walls were plastered with maps of the world, and photos from all sorts of different cultures, while the tables were trapezoidal, with the long edge facing the front, and a chair at the two diagonal faces.

Ráhel brought her backpack over to the back of the room, where she’d again moved her desk, and set it down. A glance at the clock told her that there were another ten minutes before class was set to start, so she hurried down the stairs to the first floor, where the teacher’s lounge was, and refilled her thermos with some coffee.

After that was done, she headed back up to her room and then propped the door open, before she picked up the stack of papers that she’d prepared for this class. A crate of iPads sat at the front of the room already, waiting to be picked up by students after she’d introduced what they would be doing today.

As students entered, she handed them a piece of paper and told them a number, which corresponded to the table they would be sitting at (and what they’d be working on that day). As they settled down, she gave them a couple of minutes, observing the students and seeing how they interacted with their partner.

[Stefano Rice]

Between classes, Seth took the chance to find find himself a drink from the machine and drank half the bottle of water as he made his way through the halls to the social sciences classes, and walked into the room where geography was. "Thank you." He said as he was handed a slip of paper and arched an eyebrow when all that was written on the paper was a number. With a shrug of his shoulders, he quickly located the table with his number and sat down in the seat on the side away from the door.

He pulled the black binder from his bag, silently wishing that his parents had just sent him money to buy his own stationary, rather than his mother doing it and buying him a different colour for each class - if he had a choice, the binders would all be black, and have the class written on the spine, probably on masking tape. He chuckled at the thought as he pulled out what else he'd need as he also wondered who the person to sit beside him would be, and what they would think about having to work with him... he then also wondered how much fun he could have with the poor individual.

[Elizabeth Toman]

Libby had her hair up in a high pony tail with orange and black ribbons trailing from the hair tie, and she had orange glitter in her hair, which set off the almost apricot woolen sweater she wore with dark blue skinny jeans and brown cowgirl boots. She smiled as she catted with a couple of girls as they walked toward their classes, she gave a wave as the parted ways and she walked into the geography room.

She arched her eyebrows as the woman handed her a piece of paper and gave her a number. With an offhanded shrug, she saw the number she had been given on a table and walked over to throw herself down in the chair and pulled the folder she needed out of her bag. With nothing else to do, she began to read through the paper she had been given at the door. Though this didn't hold her interest for too long as she opened the folder and began to doodle on the first page, trying to work out a new bars routine that would burn the hairs off their coach's head, though made sure that she didn't completely lose herself in her work so that she could hear the teacher start the class.

[Kallistos Rolleston]

Kall rubbed his eyes as he walked down the hall. The school year had only just started and already he was looking forward to bed... though this could be because he was up half the night trying to get a story out of his head. It had eventually worked, but then his alarm went off an hour after he'd gone to bed, so an early night might be in order.

"Good morning." He greeted their teacher as he walked into the geography classroom, nodding when she told him a number and accepted the paper with a smile as found his table and sat down. He pulled out the notebook for the class and opened it before his attention went to the paper he was holding, though he also wondered who was going to come in and sit in the seat next to him. While he hadn't made any enemies in the past year, he also knew that there were a few people who looked down on him for being a cheerleader, one female already in this class being one of them. Not wanting to dwell on this as he forced himself to concentrate on the paper in front of him.

[Jessamine Smith]

Jessa chuckled as she saw Ms. Sárközi for the second time that day, “Hello again!” She hadn’t realized that she would have the same teacher for two classes, but then again, she hadn’t exactly looked at the listed teachers in her schedule. Just where the classes were and what they were and when they were. Who taught them wasn’t so important – It wasn’t like she would be changing it based on teachers anyway.

She took the sheet of paper that she was handed, while she listened to the number she was given. Nodding, she mumbled under her breath, “Three.” She glanced at the tables – There were only three of them, a small class – and chuckled as she spotted Seth again. Of course, he was sitting at table three. Kall was at table two, but his partner hadn’t gotten there yet – She smiled a greeting at him as she walked to her own table. She walked over and put her backpack down, “Looks like you’re stuck with me again, sorry. Take two?” She wasn’t sure what to make of that, but at least this time it hadn’t been her choice! She immediately felt bad, and justified it by telling herself that, of course, she didn’t mind sitting with and working with Seth, but it was slightly strange, if one was to always sit next to the same boy on the first day of class, by choice.

[Geraldine Cliff]

Gerri had been scrambling to find her classes all day – She’d gone through the halls before, making sure she could find them, but the whole building looked different with the hoards of students roaming around! Luckily, she hadn’t been late to any classes yet, probably more luck than anything. And the same could be said for Geography – She wasn’t late, but she wasn’t early either. In fact, she was second to last to arrive, as it turned out.

She took the paper that the teacher handed her, and nodded, repeating the number back as she walked into the classroom, “Two.” She looked around at the tables, finding the one that she was supposed to be sitting at. Well, she didn’t know any of these people, so it was probably better that she be assigned a place to sit. She put her bag down and sat tin the chair, before she looked over to the boy whom she was sharing the table with, “Hi. I’m Gerri.” She hoped that he would be nice. She didn’t want to be stuck working with some snob for the whole class period – Or worse, the whole year! Who knew how the teachers here set up their seating plans? Maybe this woman would expect them to stay here for the whole year? Hopefully not!

[Eleanor Chapman]

Eleanor had made her way over to the classrooms without incident, now just to find her social science, Geography. Back at home, Geography had been one of her favourite lessons, and she was incredibly curious as to how different the lessons would be. She reached the door and peered in; plenty of maps on the walls so she must be in the right place. She wandered in, her class schedule in on hand and her pink rucksack on her back. She was wearing her comfiest blue jeans and a t shirt. She'd sprayed her Hollister spray after a quick morning visit to the stables to check on Murphy (who had been dozing at 7:30 unlike her) and was praying she didn't smell too much like horse. She said a quick hello to the teacher, a youngish woman, and took the piece of paper with a large number 4 printed in a bold, formal text. She scanned the room quickly, and soon found the table in the small class. As she walked to her desk she clocked 2 guys and 3 other girls and everyone seemed to be getting to know their partners, but alas, no soul was found at table 4. Slightly relieved, Ellie slung her rucksack onto the desk and took out her large spiral notebook and pink pencil case. She took a sip from her water bottle, replaced it and her schedule in her bag, zipped it up and placed it on the floor. She looked eagerly to the front of the class, opening her notebook, expecting a whiteboard with a title and starter activity out of habit; and was surprised when she saw nothing but a crate of iPads. She looked down at her empty piece of lined A4 and felt slight disappointment. She had been so ready to decorate her page with her coloured pens and highlight notes, but now she'd have to wait and see.