Language Arts 2.0

[Richard Stone]

Richard walked into his classroom. His first class today was Language Arts and he had an interesting lesson planned out. Walking over to his desk, he put his briefcase on the desk and took out some photocopied sheets from the case and then pushed it under the desk so that it was out of the way.

After stacking the papers neatly on the top of his desk, he then selected a dry-erase marker and walked over to the whiteboard. With the blue pen, he wrote New Year, New Ideas across the top of the board. He then capped the pen and walked back to his desk. He knew that some of the students would wonder what he was thinking when they saw that there had been nothing written on the board about that day's lesson, but he'd write down some things later. To start off with, they didn't need to be distracted by anything written on the board.

Pulling one of the sheets closer to himself, he read through it to make sure that nothing had been missed out. Putting it back, he looked at another sheet of paper and read through the lesson plan. He knew that some of them might think that the lesson was a little on the juvenile side, but he hoped that they would enjoy it nonetheless.

[Miranda Florin]

Miranda scrubbed her hands in the equine clinic's feed room, then dried them and grabbed her backpack before making her way towards the academic buildings. Fingal had been coming along in leaps and bounds, and she had started introducing him to a halter, although she hadn't gotten to the point where he would let it onto his head yet. She knew that she would get there in the end, though, and she wasn't going to give up him.

Walking into the language arts classroom, Miranda grinned at Mr. Stone, then sat down in the front row, dropping her backpack down next to her. She looked up at the board, reading the four words that had been written on them, and trying to figure out what that meant for the day's lesson. The simple phrase didn't really give her any idea of what they would be doing, but she didn't doubt that she would learn about what they were doing before too long. Pulling out her notebook for the class, along with a semi-sharp pencil, she settled back into her chair. Just to pass the time, she glanced at the pencil, running a finger across the notches that had come from it being stuck in her backpack for a while.

[Jayne Doe]

Jayne took her time walking from Blue House to the academic buildings. Unlike what seemed to be most of the student body, she didn't have to worry about the issues of early morning practise to use up all her time. Choir was a lunchtime thing and she had yet to introduce herself to the track coach.

She walked into the English classroom as though she owned the place, the way she entered every room. She surveyed the room, seeing only one other there currently. With a shrug, she walked up to the teacher's desk. "Good morning, Mr Stone." She said. "My name is Jayne Doe. I recently joined your esteemed school and have not yet had the privilege of being in your class." She gave him a self-assured smile before she found herself a table in the middle of the room.

Taking her binder out of her bag, along with her pencil case, she turned her attention to the whiteboard. She lifted a single eyebrow when she saw that there was nothing to give her a clue about that day's lesson written there. With a shrug, she opened the binder and took a pen out of the case and then sat there doodling on the first page as she waited for the class to start, already bored.

[Noah Barkley]

Noah tugged her hair back into a messy bun as she entered the Language Arts classroom. Her backpack had been left at her dorm and she carried her notebooks and binders and other materials under one arm, though the books looked dangerously close to falling on the floor. She shifted them before they could drop and gave the few people already in the room a small smile.

"G'mornin'!" She said to the teacher and the other two students, her voice twanged country. She walked over to a desk near the window and sat down after setting her books down with a loud 'thud'. Noah flipped open her notebook and grabbed a pen to copy down what was written on the board, not thinking much of it. The teacher would explain what the words meant, she knew. Well, hoped, actually.

While waiting for class to begin, Noah stared absently out the window, looking at the several feet of snow on the ground. She was glad that she'd packed warm jackets and coats. As it was, she was still cold, but at least the classroom was warm. She finally looked away from the window and picked up her pen, doodling little hearts and stars and cartoon-ish looking animals in the corner of the notebook.