English Teachers are always Write! (Daniel)

[Zebadiah Hayes]

Zeb didn't spend much time in the classrooms of Hammel. He tended to keep to his own territory, the dorms, but every now and then he had to drop by the classrooms to return a book he'd found lying around the lounge for days or to check to make sure certain students he was keeping an eye on were actually attending class.

But today he was actually stopping by to tell a few of the teachers that one of the students was going to be out for the day sick. When he had the time, he liked to inform the teachers if there was a sick student. That way they knew the student wasn't just skipping. And sometimes he could pick up homework for them to do too. Some students, like Tomer for example, actually requested this.

He was walking out of one of the offices when he bumped into someone carrying a stack of books and papers. Immediately, Zeb dropped to the ground to start collecting the pile. "Sorry Mr. Taylor," he said, looking up to see who he'd bumped. Zeb had been carrying a few books and papers of his own (some poetry books he'd gotten from the library and an assignment for the sick student to look over) but he was more concerned with getting Daniel's things back in order first. "At least I wasn't carrying coffee too," he mumbled half to himself. And that was only because he was waiting for the fresh pot to finish back in his apartment.

[Daniel Taylor]

Daniel sat at his desk in his classroom. He was going through the many papers on his desk. It seemed like his desk was the breeding grounds for paper. One day there would one paper on it and then next day the top of the desk would be covered in paper. Most of the papers were about lesson plans and extra copies of assignments for students who needed them. Daniel was pretty good about keeping track of his students' papers they turned into him. Daniel had tidied up his desk.

He stacked the papers he didn't need but still felt that they would be needed at some point in time. The rest of papers went in the recycling bin. Daniel took the stack of paper and his bag of trail mix he left his classroom and headed to the English offices. He was going to stick them in his mailbox for now and deal with them later.

As Daniel turned the corner to enter the English offices, he bumped right into someone. His papers floated to the floor with the things the person Daniel bumped into had in his arms. "Ah, sorry. Let me help you." Daniel looked at he open bag of trail mix and then looked around the room trying to figure out what to do with the trail mix. Daniel placed it on a near by table. It was a miracle that the trail mix didn't spill all over the floor.

"No harm done, Mr. Hayes." Daniel kneeled down to pick up the scattered papers. "I hadn't tripped over dropped something in a while. It was bounded to happen to me."

Once everything was back in order Daniel stood up and stuck the pile in his mailbox. He then turned to Zebadiah. "Hello, Mr. Hayes. Sorry about that. How are you?" Crashing into someone was not a way Daniel liked greeting his fellow co-workers. But that's what his gets for being a klutz.

[Zebadiah Hayes]

"Thanks," Zeb said to the other man as he started sorting through the books and papers and figuring out whose was whose. He had to purse his lips a little to keep from apologizing. Sure he was a worker he at Hammel, and technically Daniel's co-worker, but he still saw himself as under the teachers and therefore it was his fault that he had been in Daniel's way. So he just smiled and finished picking up the mess he had created.

Zeb cocked his head a bit. Usually that sentance would make him think that bad luck was some sort of power side effect, but he was pretty sure Daniel was non-powered. Though Zeb kept more detail on his students than his co-workers so he wasn't a hundred percent certain.

"I'm fine, just running some errands for a sick student. And swung by the library for myself," Zeb said, gesturing to the poetry books. "And how are you, sir?"

[Daniel Taylor]

It was nice to see Zeb. Dan didn’t go over to the dorms often, so Dan didn’t see the dorm monitors often. Really the only time Dan would go to the dorms was when he was on the fun for a student. but that was rare. Most of his students do their work. If Dan wanted to talk to a student then he would have the student come before or after school. Dan didn’t have to put too much effort in chasing after students.

”Again, I am very sorry about bumping into you, Mr. Hayes. Do you have everything of your’s?” Dan wanted to make sure he didn’t accidentally took some of papers from Zeb. ”That’s unfortunate about the student. I hope the student feels better soon.”

”I am doing well. Trying to clean off my desk and get organize.” Daniel needed to find some organizing system that would work for him. He would also need to stick with the system which may not last very long.

[Zebadiah Hayes]

Though Zeb didn't really know Daniel all that well, he had to admit that he always thought they might get along. At least on a academic level. Zeb had always been a lover of the written word, particularly poetry. And he wondered sometimes if he hadn't been working towards his psychology degree if perhaps he might work towards something similar to Daniel.

"No need to apologize. I should pay more attention," Zeb said. Or have more coffee. Sometime he was still half asleep when he wandered around the hallways. He was lucky he didn't run into people more often.

"Get organized? I never seem to accomplish that," Zeb laughed. His sister was always trying to get him to organize his things. But Zeb just said he had his own system. Really he did know where everything was, even if it looked like a huge junk pile through anyone else's eyes.