NAME: Samuel Ervin<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Physics teacher<br/>TIME OF DAY: Morning, right before classes<br/>LOCATION: Physics classroom<br/>TAGGING: Teaching<br/>Samuel sat in his chair, with his legs propped up on his wooden desk. To anyone on the outside, he looked calm, and emotionless. But on the inside he was bustling with activity, he was awaiting his first class. He still wondered if what he had planned out would work in his favor. Hopefully it would. Despite staying up last night due to all the commotion, Samuel felt as though he had slept through it all. He surveyed his new classroom. It was aligned like any other class room that he had ever seen. Ten rows of seats, with ten seats in each column, encouraging posters lined the wall, designed to make students work harder. File cabinets sat to the right of his desk, while the classroom door was to his left. On his desk sat an assortment of items, consisting of pens, pencils, tape, scissors, and anything else associated with a teacher. He heard commotion as students came down the hall outside. He patiently awaited for them, class was about to be in session.