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[Daniel Taylor]

Daniel booted up the computer. Daniel had been keeping track of grades in his grade book, but he needed to input them into the computer. It was also a way to make sure Daniel didn’t make a mistake when he wrote down the grades. Math was not a subject this creative writer teacher liked. The log in screen popped up and Daniel typed in his username and password. Once his desktop came up Daniel opened up the grade book.

This was the one thing Daniel hated about being a teacher. Although the only main thing Daniel would have to grade were the students’ grammar, spelling, and usage. Other than that creative writing class was kind of a hard class to do bad at, unless someone didn’t do their work.

Daniel worked slowly as he took the grades written down and inputted them to the online grade book.

[Cianna "Cici" Rivers]

Cici blinked. She needed to go to her teacher, Mr. Taylor, about a project she was working on. As per normal, she had zoned out- unintentionally- when he was explaining about it, and she had managed to loose the work sheet that gave the details about it! Trust her, of all people! But she really wanted to do well, as, in spite of her limited attention span, this was one of her favourite classes, after music, and she enjoyed it! Besides, Mr. Taylor was a really good teacher, and he had helped Cici a lot previously.

Finding the class, she slowly pushed open the door, and peeked around the classroom to see if anyone was in there. Spying Mr. Taylor at his computer, she quietly entered the class. "Chur, sir!" She said, using a typical New Zealand slang greeting. Hopefully he was used to it by now. The 'sir' was just how Cici was; she was taught to respect her elders, and so she often addressed teachers by sir, or Ma'am. However, she always did so in such a cheery tone that she never sounded overly formal.

"Oh, whatcha doin'? Are ya busy?" He looked like he was concentrating. Biting her lip, Cici wondered if she should come back another time. Man, the life of a teacher must be hard. She didn't think she would be able to be a teacher, but that may be more because she wasn't a great student and zoned out too much. Besides, she had her heart set on something different than teaching; music!

[Daniel Taylor]

Daniel had entered the grades into the grade book program. He double-checked the grades that were written in his book. Daniel wanted to make sure he had given the correct student the correct grade. He was quite pleased with himself for keeping up with grading his student’s papers.

Daniel looked up from his work when a female voice spoke to him. “Cianna, come in.” Daniel always called his students by their full first name. Why he did this was the same reason why some teachers called their students Mr. or Miss. whatever their last name was.

He saved the computer grades and exited the program. He closed his book. He turned his attention to his student. “What can I do for you?” Daniel had an idea of what brought Cianna here.

[Cianna "Cici" Rivers]

Cici wrinkled her nose slightly at the use of her full first name. Cianna. He was one of the only people to call her that. Of course, there was also her mother who called her 'Cianna' when she had done something wrong, but that didn't really count. No matter how many times she had tried to get him to call her Cici, whenever did, and so she had given up altogether awhile ago. 'Cianna' made her feel so...so old.

Entering when he said to, she wondered over to his desk curiously. Glancing at all of the things, she found herself cringing once again at the thought of being a teacher. At his question, she grinned sheepishly and let out a small laugh. "Well...y'know tha' proje't you tol' us 'bout yesterday? Y' said it was kinda 'mportant but I um...missed some...most of whatchu sai' 'bout it and I also los' th' han'out on it...D'you have a spare?" Looking hopefully at Mr. Taylor, Cici wondered how he had managed to put up with her. If she was in his shoes, she would probably get annoyed at airhead students like herself.

Looking at the back of his computer screen, she leaned to the right slightly, trying to get a glimpse of what he was doing, before realizing she would actually have to walk around his desk to see what was on his computer screen. Realizing that might seem nosy and a bit rude, she straightened up, and hoped she hadn't come off like that. Ah well, Mr. Taylor was cool, he'd be sweet with something so small as curiosity.

[Daniel Taylor]

Daniel was right about why Cianna came to see him. He had an amused smile on his face. “I think I have a spare one lying around, Cianna.” Daniel shuffled around some papers to find a folder. He looked through the folder looking for the assignment handout. He found the master copy. “I’ll make a copy of this for you.” Daniel left his desk and went to the copy machine in the corner of the English office. He pushed the copy button and the machine can to live making noise. Once the copy machine was done making noise, Daniel took the master copy and the copy for Cianna back to his desk. He put the master copy back into the folder. Daniel gave Cianna the copy.

“Your assignment is to write a setting story. A setting story is exactly what it sounds, a story focusing on the setting. What I suggest to write a strong setting is to visit, if you can, the setting you are going to use. You don’t have to write the first draft but at least take notes. That way you can really focus on the five senses. Okay, maybe not so much for taste. Also think about how dose your character feel in this setting. If your setting is in the woods at night,” Daniel held his left hand up, “then your character might feel scared or if you character is in the library,” Daniel held up his right hand, “then your character might feel inspired or something. So think about what you can see, what sounds are heard, are there smells, what are the textures, if you can include taste go ahead, and what are the feelings that are created in the setting. I haven’t lost you yet, have I?”

Releasing he still had his hands in the air Daniel put them on the desk. Hopefully he didn’t leave Cianna too far behind. It was a good amount of information to take in.