Indira took stock of what needed to be done with her classroom (it was definitely cozy-sized, probably only about 15'x15', but she had a classroom!) as she unpacked the cardboard box sitting on her desk. There was already a bookshelf in the room, so there was a place to put the variety of texts and workbooks left over from her speech therapy job with School District 36. Judging by the half-box of ESL books, Indira was pretty sure she'd been on-the-job trained for more than just speech therapy for kids. She hoped she'd made some notes back then on how to teach the darned material; one or two theory courses in university wouldn't go very far.

What's done is done, Indira reminded herself. There wasn't much point in wishing for might-have-beens. That job was just as gone as the rest of those three years. And just because she hadn't told anyone in New York yet that she was a mutant didn't make it any less true.

Indira was grateful to her family for mailing her all of these boxes. She was sure they'd been taking up space, and that her family was probably glad to get them out of the way, but it must have cost quite a bit. Most of them had held clothes and novels and such, which she had been glad to receive, but this one had most of the books she would need in the short term. She had to admit that she'd been pretty much making it up as she went along for the last few days, not that they'd been all that busy apart from little Rafael . Even with this extra material, though, she was still going to need more. She reached over and snagged her notebook and a pen.

ESL worksheets... Grammar poster... Books, most reading levels... She tapped her pen against her lips and looked around the room. What else was missing? There was a table and a few chairs, two desks, the computer in the corner, the window... Right, it'd probably get cold in here come winter. Curtains... Space heater? Most of these things, she could get at a teachers' supply store; she wasn't sure if she would actually need the last items yet, or if she would have to purchase them herself if it came to it.

Indira sat down and indulged for a moment in spinning on her swivel chair. Being a grown-up was hard and sometimes frightening. All the experience in the world didn't matter if you couldn't remember it. Still, she'd landed a job in one of the most famous schools in the world, starting on nothing more than a walk-in whim. Things were going to be fine.

Brownish knuckles rapped on the face of the door twice. "Knock knock. Just checking in. I heard you got the job?" Shin peeped a head through the doorway and smiled at Indira.

It looked like she was still unpacking. Boxes sat all over the place, most closed or unpacked on whatever shelve space the classroom held, some half-opened like afterthoughts. He took the classroom in in an instant. Sparse. Definitely a word to describe it. He'd have to help her fill it up with more desks... maybe a few posters of kittens grasping tree branches or professing their loathing of particular days of the week. Maybe some teaching posters with helpful phrases and tips? Naw... that might be too practical.

Shin stood in the doorway, shoulder pressed up against the frame, right hand against the wall on the other side. He was wearing a pair of blue denim jeans and a casual denim jacket.

"Getting settled in?"

Shana was curious how the friend she had met on the streets was doing. The woman had been acepted as a teacher she had heard. Shana ventured out of her room with the specific purpose of greeting her friend or who she perceived to be as such. The lady had given her, her number anyway and told her to call. Still as with everything with Shana her mind could not allow things to be quite that simple, no instead she had argued with herself for a week upon calling the lady, whose name at the moment escaped her. The idea had become mute when she overheard someone mention her as the new teacher. Leaving her room for the secound time in twice as many days, she looked around trying to find the room the woman was teaching in, hoping she would be thare.

It took Shana the better part of an hour to locate the room, breaking down and asking someone after a half hour then again almost fifteen minutes after that. Maybe she really did spend to much time locked up in her room, she was very grateful she had no roomate, that could only be awkward for them both. Shana located the room, and could see Shin already in the doorway. Shana knew shin, had met him several times, still in took her several minutes before she was able to speak, afraid of saying something strange or that would draw to much attention.

Shana peeked in behind shin, a smile of her own forming as she finally overcame her own overworked nerves. "Hello" she said to them both a bit meekly, with a waive looking over the room. SHe was not even sure what the woman tought, now that she thought about it. She had heard the subject mentioned but had no idea what it was. Shana was dressed casually in a knee length white skirt and fitted long sleeve shirt. Not for the first time Shana wished she could just forget she was different, but soon she would be able to, all it took was cash.