Sally Hart was used to early mornings by this point in her life. She remembered how she used to stay in bed for as long as possible when she was a teenager, but now every week day she was up at five to get ready for work and be in the classroom preparing herself for the day before any of her students arrived. It was her third year teaching children at Grove Elementary School in the city, and thankfully she found that she had adapted rather quickly from the questionable sleeping schedule she had developed during her university years to rising at the crack of dawn every morning. It helped that she really did love her job. She loved teaching and she loved her students. Her father had disapproved of her career choice, saying teaching wasn't a secure or sturdy enough job, and she only felt so enthusiastic because she was still young, only twenty six. "You'll get older and you'll hate it," he had told her, "Major in business instead. Be an accountant or something. Pay's better and you'll be happier in the long run." Sally didn't think so though. Three years of teaching three different classes of kids made her more happy than she ever could have been working in an office building.
Her shoulder bag was filled with her sixth grade class's math tests tat she had finished grading the night before as she went up the steps of the school building and in through the front door. She walked and took the subway to work everyday, in fact she walked and took the subway just about everywhere. Her apartment building was in the heart of the city and it was nice to not have to battle with city parking or traffic. She smiled and greeted her fellow staff members as she passed them on the way to the office to pick up her mail. Sally's long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that day and she wore a tan blazer over her blue dress. "Hey, Pat," she said to one of the office's desk ladies as she went in, and Pat greeted her back before she disappeared into the teacher's lounge to pick up her mail. Some notices and flyers about fundraisers were on her mail shelf and some envelopes.
"Morning, Sally," a third grade teacher, Madison, greeted her. She was in her forties and quite content with her job, further proof that Sally's father was wrong. "Are your kids excited?"
"Hm?" Sally asked, her mind on her mail and the tests in her bag. The overall scores were improving fantastically, although Jeremy was still struggling a bit in Math.
"Isn't today some fancy scientist is coming to your class to give a demonstration to your students?" Madison asked, smiling a bit as Sally looked up and her large green eyes widened a bit as she remembered.
"Oh yes. Yes, that's today, isn't it? God, how'd that slip my mind this morning? That took me ages to arrange and set up... Yeah, they're pretty excited about it. All they could talk about this week." Sally smiled fondly. She really loved her students and she thought that it might be exciting to try something new and bring in a professional to do a demonstration for them. "Did you ask for the number of the guy who helped me set it all up?" When Madison nodded, Sally smiled. "If it all goes well, I'll have to give it to you after school today. Well, I'd better go."
She made her way though the halls until she got to room eleven, then unlocked the door to her classroom and went inside. The chairs were on the desks, the projects, posters, and decorations hung on the wall, the white board was wiped clean, everything was in its place just as she had left it the previous day. Still smiling, Sally moved over to where her desk was at the side of the room, where she hung her blazer on the back of the chair and set her bag down on the desk. After sticking the lunch she had packed in her small fridge and pulling everything she needed out of the bag, she went over to the white board where she wrote the date and the day's inspirational quote along the top. Then she began to write the day's schedule along the side. The demonstration was scheduled for after lunch and second recess, and the man who she spoke to on the phone said that the scientist who was coming would arrive to set up when the students were out at lunch. All Sally could think was that she hoped he didn't get lost on his way.