It was early.  Just before dawn.  And Amanda was awake.  She had been for almost an hour now.  She'd showered and dressed.  Made her bed.  And gathered her teaching supplies and plans into a large rolling suitcase.  Straightening her modest dark gray knee-length skirt, and smoothing her pink  V-neck tee, she glanced in the mirror, biting her lower lip.  "...Hair back," she murmured nervously, quickly moving and grabbing a hair tie off the dresser and securing her hair, which curled slightly at the ends, into a low ponytail.  Letting out a breath of nervous air, she decided she appearance was well enough and grabbed the suitcase.  She paused and pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, looking at the school floor plan once more.  The ground floor held cafeteria, gymnasium, and some classrooms, along with the main office and counseling offices.<br/>The upper floors were all classrooms.  Student dorms were in two separate buildings to the left of the school, and teacher dorms were in a smaller building to the right of the school.<br/>Her classroom was on the second floor.  Room 213.  Folding the paper back up once more, she tucked it back into her pocket and grabbed the suitcase, heading out of her room and locking it up.  Then she headed out of the teacher dorms, relatively silent save the small clack her comfortable flat heeled shoes made on the floor.<br/>Walking into the school, she looked around the presently dimly-lit hallways.  It was empty...save a lone custodian that was mopping up the floors before the day began, further down to the left...in front of what Amanda was almost certain were the gymnasium doors.  He took no notice of her, so she continued on, moving up the main set of stairs, grunting a bit as she had to haul her suitcase up from the floor and carry it.<br/>Finally making it to the landing for the second floor, Amanda set the suitcase back down and smiled broadly.  ...She was so excited.  She began to all but power-walk past classrooms, and quickly found hers.  Pulling out her keys, she flipped through them, deftly finding the key for the locked door.  Inserting the key, she thought she could hear the tumblers of the lock accepting the grain of the key.  Turning it, she opened the door and looked in, flipping on the light switches.  The room lit up, and...it was what she was expecting.  Empty, save seven rows of five desks each, with a large wooden desk at the forefront.  And dusty.  She was expecting that, too.  She'd brought a duster and was prepared to whip the room into shape.  Her eyes went to the whiteboard at the front of the classroom.  Good.  She preferred white boards over blackboards.  Though, there was a blackboard at the back of the classroom.  Oh, well.  She pulled her key from the lock and blocked the door open with a wooden triangle block that was on the inside of the room, then pulled her suitcase in, parking it next to the desk.<br/>Opening the windows that made up the far wall of the classroom, Amanda breathed in the cool breeze that filled the room, then turned and extracted her duster, getting to work on dusting all surfaces in the room.  Slowly, she whipped it into shape.  Next came the motivational posters.  She placed them as strategically as she could along the wall of the classroom, giving the room some life and color.  And finally, she began to unpack lesson plans and important documents, filling the drawers of the desk.  A last touch was adding chalk to the shelf along the blackboard, and dry erase markers along the shelf for the white board.  Tomorrow morning, she would have to be in just as early.  That would be when her text books would be delivered, along with the first book her students were to read for the semester.  She was thankful that the delivery man, and not herself, would have to haul all those books up the stairs.<br/>But now the hallways of the school were beginning to become busy, with teachers opening up their already-prepared classrooms, and students who were eager to learn.  Looking at the time, Amanda sighed softly.  Most students would be eating breakfast right then.  She had maybe half an hour before students really began to show up.  With that thought in mind, she looked at the windows.  ...The room was aired out already from her earlier dusting session.  So she stood and closed them up, and then went to her desk, pulling out the syllabus.  She thumbed at the papers and moved, slowly placing one on each desk as she waited for time to pass.