NAME:  Karen Schmidt<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL:  English Teacher<br/>TIME OF DAY:  Early evening<br/>LOCATION:  Library<br/>TAGGING:  Jake Crow<br/><br/>Cracking open the door to the library, Karen's eyes fluttered shut and she took a deep breath.  It smelled of books...paper and binding glues....  One of her favorite smells, beside the scent of calla lilies.  Smiling, she opened her eyes back up and stepped in, quietly closing the door behind her.  She looked around the hushed silence of the library and blinked as she spotted, in the far corner of the library, a student.  She tilted her head as she recognized Jake, busy with a book.  Shifting her folder a bit, she stared curiously for a moment, but then turned, her eyes seeking out the computers.  On the opposite side from Jake there stood four terminals, all void of usage at the moment.  She gave a tiny smile and headed toward one, sitting down and beginning to navigate it to a document creation program.  Soon, the quiet sound of clacking keys filled the air as she worked on the syllabus and other such paperwork for her dear students.