NAME:  Karen Schmidt<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL:  English Teacher<br/>TIME OF DAY:  Heading into early evening<br/>LOCATION:  Leaving her suite, heading for cafeteria<br/>TAGGING:  None presently<br/><br/>Karen reached her suite and looked around it.  Man, she wanted a cup of tea.  ...Maybe later that evening, when she came back from dinner, she'd stop by those kitchens in the basement first and fix herself a kettle of hot tea to bring back to her room, so she could enjoy it and relax with her work before the next day.  And tomorrow sometime after classes, she would make a run into town and get a mini fridge to store caffeinated beverages in.  For now, though, she would do without, she decided.<br/>Moving to the sofa, she stared at her lesson plan, reviewing it.  It took a good fifteen minutes, but after that, she got back into the flow of the plan, finishing up for the three weeks she wanted to start with.  She'd start working on a week each day until she had the semester plan fully completed.  Smiling as she finished up the first three weeks, she moved and started outlining the syllabus and tentative schedule and reading list for the students for the next day.<br/>By the time she finished and was ready to type up the syllabus and like in the library, the light from outside had dimmed to the early stages of the setting sun.  Karen looked at the windows and sighed, standing and stretching.  Her stomach growled as she stretched and she blinked, flushing lightly.  Seemed it was dinner time.  With a sigh, she grabbed up the papers she needed to type from and put them in an empty folder, figuring she would type them up after dinner and print the copies she needed before she came back and reviewed student files for the remainder of the evening.<br/>Folder in hand, she walked from the room, locking the door behind her as always, and headed for the cafeteria once more.