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<blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 996009" data-attributes="member: 9167">January.15.20049:30San Graciano High-SchoolKatie continues to teach her class, wondering if every new highschool teacher had to go through this.&nbsp; She really missed teaching the graduate classes at the university.&nbsp; For one thing, she found out that she defintely needed to do more explaining than she would have with college students.People came to a college class to learn so those that wanted to goof off just never showed up.&nbsp; But in highschool, everything was different.&nbsp; She couldnt' take for granted everyone was here to learn, though definitely if they didn't want to work, they wouldn't have picked such a tough class to begin with.Thin silvers of consciousness moved over the computer room, checking what everyone was doing on their computers, listening to those noise of technology that buzzed in her ear.Her eyes catch the notes students would pass to each other, the silent flirting, giggling and gossiping.&nbsp; And once again it struck her how much she had missed out on - whether it was bad or good...who knew?&nbsp; For that brief moment, she wanted so much to be just one of them.Then the period ended and as the students got up to leave, she changed her mind.&nbsp; What had she to complain about?&nbsp; Her life was great...and maybe now at this institute, her life might be even greater still.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="KitanaVorr, post: 996009, member: 9167"] [i]January.15.2004 9:30 San Graciano High-School[/i] Katie continues to teach her class, wondering if every new highschool teacher had to go through this. She really missed teaching the graduate classes at the university. For one thing, she found out that she defintely needed to do more explaining than she would have with college students. People came to a college class to learn so those that wanted to goof off just never showed up. But in highschool, everything was different. She couldnt' take for granted everyone was here to learn, though definitely if they didn't want to work, they wouldn't have picked such a tough class to begin with. Thin silvers of consciousness moved over the computer room, checking what everyone was doing on their computers, listening to those noise of technology that buzzed in her ear. Her eyes catch the notes students would pass to each other, the silent flirting, giggling and gossiping. And once again it struck her how much she had missed out on - whether it was bad or good...who knew? For that brief moment, she wanted so much to be just one of them. Then the period ended and as the students got up to leave, she changed her mind. What had she to complain about? Her life was great...and maybe now at this institute, her life might be even greater still. [/QUOTE]

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