in the arms of the ocean [samantha] Oct 12, 2013 23:09:59 GMT -5
Post by JESSICA NICHOLE LIVINGSTON on Oct 12, 2013 23:09:59 GMT -5
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
Jessica was just getting into the swing of teaching classes again. The summer had been pretty uneventful, but getting up early and teaching a bunch of teenagers still took some getting used to. This was the first summer she had spent solely in Wentworth. Usually she tried to make it down to New York City to see a musical or play and visit her friends, but this year she didn't have any inclination to go away. It was actually sort of scary because she usually loved leaving Wentworth. Any chance she got, she usually left. Maybe she was beginning to settle down finally which was sort of a scary thought. After all, settling and Jessica were hardly ever used in the same sentence.
The blonde finished teaching her last class of the day before lunch which was general music. Currently, she was teaching many of the performing arts classes including music which wasn't her 'specialty.' Jess definitely considered acting to be area of expertise with singing a close second. She knew music theory and she knew how to play instruments, but she wasn't as gifted as some people. Performing Shakespeare or singing Sondheim was more her comfort zone. When it was time to let her class go, she told them to have a good rest of the day and immediately went to her office.
The first few weeks of school were always the most stressful. The new students always got lost, and the older students had about five hundred different schedule changes before they settled. Because of that, Jess didn't really start the hard stuff until after the first five or six weeks. By then, everyone knew where they were going, and she wouldn't have to worry about filling in new students on past classwork.
She took a sip of water as she sat back in her chair. School had only started, and she couldn't wait for a break. She closed her eyes and nearly drifted off to sleep, and she probably would have, if she didn't hear the door to her office open. Immediately, she opened her eyes and sat up. She didn't want to be caught resting if her company was another teacher or her boss. She turned her head, so she could see who it was, and smiled brightly when she saw it was just a student. "Hi," she said, standing up. "I apologize, you caught me off guard there," she said with a laugh.
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