Re: Wellington School for Gifted Children
You are given a folder with work plans for the class for you to follow, everything clearly laid out and specific. Each student in your class has a bio in the folder as well and you can see that their backgrounds are complex and varied. Jimmy Clifton, mute and hasn't spoken since the age of 6, Sarah Andrews, High Functioning Autistic, Kyle Porter, Severe PTSD, Alex Landon, repeatedly in detention at previous school and consistently always in trouble, Dana Young, attention deficit disorder, Peter Walker, oppositional defiant disorder. The list goes on.
That morning, you head to class. It's a beautiful classroom and clearly no expense was spared for the children's comfort and enjoyment from the prior owners. Beautiful colored maps on the walls have been pinned with stickers for literature from all over the world; it seems the children had been traveling across the world via books with their previous teacher. Potted plants and ferns decorate the edges to bring the outside world into the classroom. At the back of the room behind the usual classroom desks, a plush reading area is setup with decorative, yet comfortable, couches and big bookshelves filled with books of all kinds.
Your 7th grade class is waiting for you, seated quietly at their desks. Many of them have concerned looks on their faces, furrowed brows or frowning lips. They do not at all look like a group of troubled kids and instead look like a group of scared ones. You introduce yourself and try to start the teaching plan, each of the children listening carefully and taking notes. Halfway through one of the lessons, Kyle suddenly bolts out. A shy looking Dana puts up her hand and says, "That's his thing. He gets scared sometimes - he's got ptsd. He'll be back." Soon enough, within a few seconds, Kyle sheepishly returns with a muted, "Sorry." and sits back down. Another girl, Sarah, leans over from her desk and pats his arm and looks gratefully at her for another moment. The lesson continues and occasionally you see the children passing notes, but outside of this, no other trouble occurs.
Finally, as the class draws to an end and you make your plea for them to come to you, some of the kids look as though they want to but aren't sure that they should. (Roll wits + empathy to see if they trust you after your day spent with them.)