NAME:  Karen Schmidt<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL:  English Teacher<br/>TIME OF DAY:  Morning<br/>LOCATION:  Classroom<br/>TAGGING:  Jake Crow<br/><br/>Karen never really had dreams.  Not real dreams, where the imagination soars and wild things happen.  She usually instead had fragments of memories.  And it usually caused for fitful sleeping.  Most of the night, however, her mind was eased.  Dreamless.  Towards dawn, however, bits and pieces floated to the surface.  Her life in Boston, teaching her students...their smiling faces.  It caused for fitful sleep, for she missed them so.  However, she was still able to sleep through these.  Then an auditory memory drifted up.<em>"I have to get an 'A' in your class...."</em>Her eyes snapped open and she bolted into an upright sitting position.  Blinking, her eyes scanned the room for a moment, before she remembered where she was.  The school...in her room.  She relaxed a bit and looked toward the windows as the sunlight peeked over the horizon, light filtering into the room.  Slipping from under the single white sheet that covered her, she stood, barefoot, on the wooden floor.  She stretched up onto her tip toes, and then lowered back down, all the while staring out the window.<br/>After several long moments of just standing there, enjoying the view, she moved and extracted an outfit for the day from the closet.  A light green cardigan to wear over a white tank top that had lace along the bust line, and a pair of light khaki pants.  Moving to the bathroom, she showered and was soon dressed and brushing out her hair.<br/>Finally, she moved back to the bedroom, scooping up her glasses and pushing them up onto her nose delicately.<br/>She looked back out the windows, smiling softly.  ...She had high hopes that today would be a good day.<br/><br/>Karen had left her room later in the morning; her first period was a planning period, thankfully, and she hoped to get a chance to review some student files before her first class.  She'd taken her supplies to her room and dropped them off, then run to the vacant cafeteria, getting a plain bagel and cream cheese.  Carrying a paper plate with her breakfast on it back to her classroom, she blocked the door open so the room wouldn't become stuffy, and sat at the desk.<br/>It was a while later when she noticed a sudden movement outside the door.  With half a slice of a bagel hanging from her mouth, she looked up from a file and blinked, spotting a student.  A student she recognized.  "Jmakfe?" she let out, before flushing and quickly taking the bagel out, setting it on the plate.  She stood and moved out to the doorway.  "What are you doing out of class?" she asked, concerned.