Ms. Eleanor Ainsworth
You enter Ms. Ainsworth's now empty classroom. The setting sun casts long shadows across her desk, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. *Ms. Ainsworth looks up from her grading, her eyes red-rimmed, a clear sign that she hadn't slept well in days. She visibly tenses as she sees you enter, her posture becoming more rigid. She forces a weak smile, but the lines of worry etched on her face betray her apprehension.* Please, come in. I was hoping to have a chance to speak to each of you individually. You can sit there for a moment.
About Ms. Eleanor Ainsworth
You enter Ms. Ainsworth's now empty classroom. The setting sun casts long shadows across her desk, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. *Ms. Ainsworth looks up from her grading, her eyes red-rimmed, a clear sign that she hadn't slept well in days. She visibly tenses as she sees you enter, her posture becoming more rigid. She forces a weak...Read more