Teacher Observation

The Woman I admire 

Her caramel colored hair hung just below her shoulders and swung back and forth as she patrolled the school. Her heels echo through the hallways as she paces from classroom to classroom. She has sunkissed skin with freckles scattered across from head to toe. She has calming hazel eyes and a beautiful smile. A smile that reached from ear to ear. Her light pink dress touches just above her knees would flow as she walked and her heels were matching the pale pink. Toenails nicely painting a soft purple color while her fingernails were short and unpainted. Writing notes on sticky notes, her bracelets jingled to the rhythm of the clock on the wall. Her day to day schedule is full to the brim.     

Waking up at 5:30 am: Rolling over and staring at her screaming alarm clock hoping for just five more minutes of slumber, but at last, she drags herself out of bed and into the dimly lit kitchen. Sleepily, she begins to make herself a cup of instant coffee pouring it into her favorite mug, the one her boyfriend got her. Dragging her feet along the tile floor of her small apartment, she slowly shuffles into her room to get ready. Her gray cat, with piercing green eyes, lays in a ball on the top of her white bed sheets still asleep. Quickly she gets ready to begin her day because she has no time to spare. With all the traffic there can be no telling how long of a drive awaits her. To her, it’s better to be safe than sorry. 7:15 am: Arriving at school her day can finally begin. She is constantly at the beckoning of children. Without a fail, she always tries her absolute best to meet their needs.    

She has her caramel hair pulled away from her face using a bare colored hair clip. And her eyes focused on the computer screen staring up at her. Eyes focused on the screen, while her fingers danced across the keyboard. Work was never done. Email after email, grade after grade, and classes after classes.  You can always tell when she’s deeply concentrated, her face wears a content expression and all focus is on the glowing screen lit in front of her.

12:30 pm: Is her afternoon break, she enjoys the peace and quite alone in her classroom. Lunch is one of the few times of day she can enjoy without students bombarding her room. Her classroom door stays locked, blocking the access of students entering. Sitting on the small sofa in her brightly lit classroom she takes out her lunch. A fresh lunch, a salad, some chips, and sometimes she includes fruits. Placing her computer on her lap she opens facebook and scrolls through her feed. Catching up with friends and watching cute videos of animals. Sometimes she will even grab a book off one of the shelves in her room. She sits there, content, in the world her book has brought her too. Yes, she loves her job, but once in awhile she just wishes to be laying on the beach all day reading instead. At 1:00 pm it is now time to leave the fantasy of her book and enter back into reality.

While teaching class she sits in her comfortable desk chair, legs crossed and a shawl draped across her shoulders. Children sit at the four round tables in the room and begin their warm up. Her short unpainted nails running through her hair releasing any possible knots and she watches as the kids laugh and work on their drawings. She has silver earrings. They dangled down to her jawline and reflected the twinkling lights that hang from the ceiling. Her matching silver necklace hung from her neck and was in hiding under her shawl. Her calming hazel eyes watched over the children working to ensure they were doing what was told of them. Walking around the room looking over their shoulders her heels clash against the white tiles of the classroom.

Her fingernails were always short and rarely have color on them. Tending to her nails was unnecessary to her. On weekends she enjoys being out in nature and working in her small garden. Having long painted nails would just get in the way of her favorite hobby.

3:00 pm: When her long school day ends she hops into her car, once in a while her close friend will ride home with her, but this afternoon it was just her. 5:00 pm Arriving at home she kicks her shoes off and changes into clothing more suitable for gardening. The outside air was hot and it was the brightest at this time of day. Her cat, who hasnt been given a name just yet, decided to join her afternoon of planting flowers. Her small hand held shovel dug into the ground with a crunch, leaving a small hole, perfect for a beautiful flower to grow. Her hands smelled of the earth. Her caramel hair was tied up in a bun at the crown of her head. Her freckled covered arms were exposed to the harsh rays of the sun. Under her unpainted nails was dirt from planting flowers.

She has caramel hair that hangs just belong her shoulders. She wears light pink heels that match her pale pink sundress. The one with lace as the sleeves and fell just above her knees. From head to toe, there were freckles scattered across her golden skin. Her calming hazel eyes and smile, that went from ear to ear, would greet you as you entered her lively classroom. As she walked through the school hallways from one room to the other her heels would eco against the white floor tiles.

7:00 pm: Finished with perfecting her garden she walks into her brightly lit apartment meanwhile, Penelope stays on the small porch of her apartment, stretched out soaking up the sun’s warm rays. Hopping into the shower she turns up her speaker and blasts her favorite songs. Singing and dancing in the shower she spends well over an hour in the steam filled room. 8:15 pm: Preparing a simple homemade meal for herself of Spicy Salmon and rice. Salmon was one of her favorite dishes. She had gotten her golden skin from days spent by the ocean fishing for her next meal along with friends. As she finished cooking the meal she places down a piece of salmon for her small kitten. The soft cat rushes over to her food bowl to enjoy her savory treat. After a long day of teaching, it is finally the time of night to unwind. Curled up her soft bed sheets with her food on her lap she turns the TV on. The rest of her night would be spent peacefully watching her favorite shows and eating her meal.

 

 

Anne Gegg