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[James Tyler Dawson]

I'M RIGHT HERE

Open your eyes and look at me

Despite the pretexts under which the ranch was founded, the campus was absolutely beautiful. That was something James couldn't deny as he jogged his way through the gardens. Bright colors, different smells and other things awakened his senses as he continued his daily morning routine.

James loved exercising. It made him feel good to know that he was doing something productive with himself, much like the way he felt about his job here at the Reflection Ranch. Helping kids was his calling, even if these kids were a bit...well...for lack of a better word, crazy.

He was glad nothing too out of hand had happened yet while he'd been a teacher. So far he'd witnessed a few fights and a couple of teens sneaking off to have sex or do drugs or something just as equally unpleasant. Security had gotten right on that, though, so it hadn't been too big of a deal. Still, James wondered if he ever actually reached out to any of his students.

English wasn't exactly known for being one of the most liked subjects. In fact, many of his students fell asleep during his class daily. The only reason he didn't report them for it was because he didn't think it was that big a deal. Well, that and the fact that he was a nice guy.

His students falling asleep told him nothing of what was actually reaching them and sometimes he felt as though he really wasn't doing anything at all for them. Maybe he should have been a doctor. Or a therapist. Or - No. This was his calling. He would get results. He had to. These kids needed it.

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[Aristotle Williams]

It was a bright sunny day in Georgia. The teacher had just finished up her small music class of seven and was on the way out to the gardens for a break and to get some fresh air. She packed up her things and locked up her belongings. She pulled out her hair band and a hair tie and put her glasses up. She quickly tied back her mess of curly hair into a side bun. She took the silver hair band to pull back the missed parts of her hair. She got all the loose papers packed into her bag for grading on her break. She sighed, seeing some of the work, or lack there of, that some of these children put into things. One kid just had the entire thing blank besides his name. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and blew it back out.

She put the strap over her head and headed out the door. After locking up the door, she put the keys in her pocket and headed out to the gardens. She may of been twenty-two and slightly taller than some of the students, but sometimes she got mistaken for one herself; especially when this place hired new people on staff. With just a few steps outside her own door, she got stopped by a security and was asked to remove her headband because it could cause physical harm to herself and those around her. She pulled out her I.D. and the man just left her alone. Sometimes, she wished she would of just stayed in Paris to continue more studies in science or math or something. But, she can say something most teachers can't; she's never had a kid fall asleep in her class.

For listening classes, she tried to keep the kids on their toes; playing music of many different genres, and even having them speak about what their favorite type of music or band. For theory, well, there was little she could do to liven that up, but she still tried. And for the actual music classes, well, you couldn't really fall asleep while playing instruments. Ari waltzed her way out to the many different flowers and colors. She saw someone that caught her eye. His name was James and he was the English teacher at the school. Him and Ari had talked on some occasions. They had been talking more and more recently. "So, what are you up to on this lovely day James?"

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[James Tyler Dawson]

I'M RIGHT HERE

Open your eyes and look at me

He heard a voice calling his name. It wasn't something he had been expecting, and if he'd been sitting, he might've jumped at the sound. He looked behind him and saw a petite girl - no woman walking towards him.

He slowed down his pace to a walk so she could join him. She was very small for her age, he couldn't help noticing. But then, that was all most of the staff could notice about her. James himself almost mistook her for a patient once or twice. (And those were embarrassing, albeit, hilarious times.)

"Oh, nothing much, really," he replied with his signature smile: a boyish grin with most of his teeth showing. He ran a hand through his messy brown hair. "Just out for a jog before I have to teach my next class."

Running was his favorite exercise after all. It helped him get focused, get ready to combat the challenges he was faced daily, having worked at this ranch for as long as he had. It was sort of a routine thing he did. In fact, it was probably one of the only routine things he did outside of work. He never really liked to stick to a completely defined schedule. No, James liked to be spontaneous sometimes.

"What about yourself?" he asked, noting that she wasn't teaching her class either. Had first period already ended? If so, he probably needed to get back to his staff apartment and get ready for his first class of the day. "Has anyone given you any bit of trouble yet today?"

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[Aristotle Williams]

He slowed down his running when she called out to him. She kind of jogged her way up to him so she could hear what he was saying. He said that he wasn't really up to anything, just trying to jog before his next class. "Well, I'm glad some of us find joy in running." Ari wasn't a big runner herself. Actually, she despised it. When they had the mandatory mile run in middle school, she was one of the last ones to finish. She was a musician for a reason. And marching band doesn't count either. You don't "run" except when you have to jazz run. It's the most uncomforatable thing in the world, but she didn't care.

Running must have gotten him ready for his class or something. She just took in a deep breath and stretched out her neck in anticipation for her class. He asked what she was up to, "Just came out for a breather before second period." He then asked if anyone had given her trouble yet, "Nah. Usually my music classes don't start to get rough until the end of the day where the kids can't wait for school to end." It was a shame too since it was her theory and listening class.

She remembered that James didn't have a first period class, "You getting pysched up for your first class?" It was a good question really. If must have been hard to teach a bunch of kids like these in a class no one really paid much attention to. Not a slam on English classes, but not everyone can like it. The math teacher probably had it the worst.

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[James Tyler Dawson]

I'M RIGHT HERE

Open your eyes and look at me

He couldn't help but laugh as the two continued walking down the pathway through the garden. "What? Am I the only one who likes to take a run around here?" he asked with a chuckle. "I suppose most of the things I enjoy doing aren't things other people like...teaching English, running, sitting in waiting rooms..." He smiled to himself as he thought of the one time that made him love waiting rooms.

There was a small child with his mother, and the kid had to have been bored out of his mind. Well, what did this kid do? He used his imagination and pretended the waiting room was a bus and that he was a bus driver. He had gone around the room asking the people waiting if they had their tickets. It had been one of the most adorable things James had ever seen. And it had also contributed to his desire to work with children.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," he replied with a nod. His last period got rough all the time. That was also the period he'd heard the most fights come out of - whether it be his class or another's. "My students aren't usually all too rowdy come last period. No, instead they work like a class and all of them fall asleep," he laughed.

From the corner of his eye, he spotted one of the female patients sitting in front of a bush with a sketchpad. It was nice to see that not all of the students were out to get back at the world. No, this one was just trying to sketch the flower before her. He smiled at the sight; it was fairly refreshing. Turning back to Aristotle, he said, "Yup. I just hope I can get across to these kids today."

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[Aristotle Williams]

He asked if he was the only one that liked running. Ari blatenly just said, "Yes. I'm not really a runner. Marching band is probably the only physical exercise I got with land." The rest was usually swimming or gymnastics. And you don't really run in gymnastics. He then continued on with his bit of he probably liked doing things that others didn't find enjoyable like English or sitting in a waiting room. "Well, in school, I love to read the older novels and write. But sitting in a waiting room is an interesting thing to like." She's never heard of that, no where close to anything like that.

With her last period comment, James agreed with her. He said that they all just fell asleep. "Aww...well I'm sorry. I wish I could help you out." She would have recommended some of her teaching methods to him, but music and English were two different languages. And yes, music was a language. It was a language that if someone took the time to learn, it could be a powerful tool. "Well, if you're going over a play any time soon, get them involved. Instead of just reading it from their desks, make them act it out. They will be resentful, but they might like it." It was always an interesting thing to act out a play in class. Ari's teachers had done it often and she loved it. The kids all paid attention and the class was active in learning about it.

He turned his head to a girl with a sketch pad. She saw him smile at the sight and then said that he hoped he could get across to these kids. "Well, if you ever need some help, my open period is four. I'd be happy to try and liven the class up." She hated it when students slept in class. They demanded schooling for a reason. If you want a good job some day, then they needed an education.

hey it’s, Outfit
cause you’re awesome, james
they’re all, a lot of words.
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ tired. ”

[James Tyler Dawson]

I'M RIGHT HERE

Open your eyes and look at me

“Marching band?” he asked, and with a laugh added. “I couldn’t imagine you standing in the middle of a crowd of large instruments.” He, of course, was referring to how petite the music teacher was. Most of the staff joked with Aristotle about it and James was no exception. Besides, he thought she was cute when she got flustered about it.

He was a little surprised when Aristotle told him that she liked to read the older novels. Those were usually the ones most people hated. Even James had had difficulty getting through some of those and he had been at the top of his class. She noted how strange it was that he liked sitting in waiting rooms and he nodded in agreement. “What most people don’t realize is that you can learn a lot from someone by what they do in a waiting room. Besides, some of the funniest things have happened to me in waiting rooms.”

He was reminiscent again of the little boy pretending to be a bus driver. Yup, he thought. You can get inspired in the strangest of places.

“That sounds like a great idea,” he responded. Aristotle was so sweet in her attempt to help him. It wasn’t often that he had a discussion with one of the staff members about his subject that ended in them helping his teaching. “I hadn’t really thought of using that method.”

He mulled over the idea in his head. James had been planning to start his sophomore class with some Shakespeare soon – Othello, to be exact. Maybe if he had them move the desks to create some space in his classroom – or he could ask the theatre teacher if he could borrow the stage for a few periods… But what if the kids weren’t responsive? That was always a problem, especially teaching in a place like the ranch. If he used this idea, but the kids weren’t responsive to it, then he’d just end up looking like an idiot.

That was a chance he had to take, right? That was a part of being an educator. It was his job to teach, to find ways of teaching that kids would enjoy. But sometimes it was so hard to please teenagers. Especially these kids. All half of them wanted to do was overdose on drugs or get into a fight. But then Aristotle suggested something else that made him think that maybe he was just over thinking the whole thing.

“Hm, I’m sure my class would love to incorporate music and English,” he mused. “Maybe I could start poetry early with my fourth period and we could use music as a sort of visualization, comparing it to the tone of a poem…” He stopped talking abruptly, realizing he must sound ridiculous right now. He scratched the back of his head. “Sorry about that. I tend to ramble when I plan big projects.”

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