Post by Ayesha McMillan on May 26, 2010 13:41:53 GMT -5
Ayesha stepped out onto the small porch at the back of her house, connected to what she intended to turn into her study and work room. Over night the landscape behind her house had been covered with a layer of snow and the air was chilly.
She put her cup of coffee down on the worn wooden table and draped a blanket over the backrest of her chair, before sitting down. She pulled up her legs, then drew first her robe around her, followed by the blanket.
She would have loved to start the day with a run, even a modest jog would have done, but it was just too cold. The spring in Montana was what she would have called winter back in New York, at least this morning - and most of her heavier clothes were still in crates and suitcases sprinkled around the bedroom and living room.
After saying hello to some of the Willow Brooke staff the last afternoon she had spent time with Dance till sundown, letting the mare run free on the pastures for as long as the snowy weather allowed and watching her slowly get acquainted with the mares and geldings she would share the place with. Just watching Dance run free and enjoy the opens had been beautiful, but then came the tasks of putting her back into her stable, grooming her again, and seeing to all her needs.
That had been quite satisfying for Ayesha, but it had also taken time, so after saying goodnight to Dance she had just grabbed a quick bite to eat in town, bought some basic necessities, and decided to leave most of the unpacking for another day.
But that was yesterday, and today was a new day. Her first day at work in a new school, as it happened.
Ayesha picked up her cup and held on to it with both hands as she took small sips, thinking ahead of what she had to do, and what she wanted to do. After a call to the current English teacher they had swiftly agreed that it would be best if she just sat in on a class today, observed the students, got to form an opinion on them. Afterwards they would talk a little about his teaching methods, compare notes, figure out how best to facilitate a smooth transition from one teacher to another.
She shivered under her blanket, simply from the cold. Ayesha was quite confident that she could bring her teaching methods to her new class, as a lack of self-confidence had never been that much of a problem for her, but Montana was certainly not the warmest place around, at least in springtime. Stashing an extra sweater or tee in her desk for now, just in case, would be something added to her to-do list for the day.
But while cold, the place was also quiet. Very quiet. Of course there were birds chirping, a car in the distance, but the more she listened, the more she discovered it was far from what she was used to.
Taking another sip of coffee she wondered how much she liked that, but eventually found it to her liking, which surprised her after having lived so long in - or around - big cities. But out here on the porch, alone and shivering slightly, she could hear herself think, could concentrate on the lesson plans going through her head. Somehow just being out here in the cold morning air, all by herself and undistracted, helped her clear her mind almost as much as a good run, or a good ride, usually did.
"Who would have thought," she whispered to herself. Perhaps she would feel lonely in this house after a while, but not today, not this morning when she wanted - needed - a clear head and her complete concentration to begin preparing her classes.
"Guess we'll just have to wait and see," Ayesha told herself.
OOC: Sorta open - if you have a good reason to be at the back of a house in Lake Village in the early morning.
She put her cup of coffee down on the worn wooden table and draped a blanket over the backrest of her chair, before sitting down. She pulled up her legs, then drew first her robe around her, followed by the blanket.
She would have loved to start the day with a run, even a modest jog would have done, but it was just too cold. The spring in Montana was what she would have called winter back in New York, at least this morning - and most of her heavier clothes were still in crates and suitcases sprinkled around the bedroom and living room.
After saying hello to some of the Willow Brooke staff the last afternoon she had spent time with Dance till sundown, letting the mare run free on the pastures for as long as the snowy weather allowed and watching her slowly get acquainted with the mares and geldings she would share the place with. Just watching Dance run free and enjoy the opens had been beautiful, but then came the tasks of putting her back into her stable, grooming her again, and seeing to all her needs.
That had been quite satisfying for Ayesha, but it had also taken time, so after saying goodnight to Dance she had just grabbed a quick bite to eat in town, bought some basic necessities, and decided to leave most of the unpacking for another day.
But that was yesterday, and today was a new day. Her first day at work in a new school, as it happened.
Ayesha picked up her cup and held on to it with both hands as she took small sips, thinking ahead of what she had to do, and what she wanted to do. After a call to the current English teacher they had swiftly agreed that it would be best if she just sat in on a class today, observed the students, got to form an opinion on them. Afterwards they would talk a little about his teaching methods, compare notes, figure out how best to facilitate a smooth transition from one teacher to another.
She shivered under her blanket, simply from the cold. Ayesha was quite confident that she could bring her teaching methods to her new class, as a lack of self-confidence had never been that much of a problem for her, but Montana was certainly not the warmest place around, at least in springtime. Stashing an extra sweater or tee in her desk for now, just in case, would be something added to her to-do list for the day.
But while cold, the place was also quiet. Very quiet. Of course there were birds chirping, a car in the distance, but the more she listened, the more she discovered it was far from what she was used to.
Taking another sip of coffee she wondered how much she liked that, but eventually found it to her liking, which surprised her after having lived so long in - or around - big cities. But out here on the porch, alone and shivering slightly, she could hear herself think, could concentrate on the lesson plans going through her head. Somehow just being out here in the cold morning air, all by herself and undistracted, helped her clear her mind almost as much as a good run, or a good ride, usually did.
"Who would have thought," she whispered to herself. Perhaps she would feel lonely in this house after a while, but not today, not this morning when she wanted - needed - a clear head and her complete concentration to begin preparing her classes.
"Guess we'll just have to wait and see," Ayesha told herself.
OOC: Sorta open - if you have a good reason to be at the back of a house in Lake Village in the early morning.
