09-09-2022, 11:45 AM
Gwen wasn't surprised to see that Cara departed upon being offered the opportunity. While the girl could have used a little more practice, she could hardly begrudge her some free time to prepare for her next class. It would certainly be a doozy so hopefully Cara would use the time appropriately.
Fortunately, that wasn't her problem. What concerned her were the waiting students, some of whom were looking up here as though curious as to what their private conversation would hold in store. Nothing else to do but give them their own turn.
Slowly, she moved through the list of names. Kimberly was done more quickly than the rest, whereas Gwen had already had a good idea of where the young woman was in relations to both of her reading and writing skills. Kimberly seemed relieved to depart, despite the incredible progress she had made since the beginning of August. Likely off to visit her horse, if Gwen knew anything about her. Hopefully she would at least give some thought to her next class before rushing off.
Reaching the end of the list, she wasn't exactly surprised that only two of the students might be ready to test out already. Assigning them each a chapter in books she had selected from the library, she explained that at the end of the week, they would be expected to be able to read the chapter and then write five hundred words on the subject she'd assigned. If they could do it, legibly and cognitively, then she would excuse them from further sessions, giving them a free period during this hour of their day.
Finally, Gwen reached the last name - the only remained student left. She had known very few people who's name started with 'Z' but here they were. Though he was the last, she still called out his name, just in case he was so absorbed in his work that he didn't realize he was the last. "Zoticus, I believe it is your turn," she said, her voice much softer, no longer needing to rise above the loud scratching of quills against parchment or soft conversations she had allowed during this first session.
Fortunately, that wasn't her problem. What concerned her were the waiting students, some of whom were looking up here as though curious as to what their private conversation would hold in store. Nothing else to do but give them their own turn.
Slowly, she moved through the list of names. Kimberly was done more quickly than the rest, whereas Gwen had already had a good idea of where the young woman was in relations to both of her reading and writing skills. Kimberly seemed relieved to depart, despite the incredible progress she had made since the beginning of August. Likely off to visit her horse, if Gwen knew anything about her. Hopefully she would at least give some thought to her next class before rushing off.
Reaching the end of the list, she wasn't exactly surprised that only two of the students might be ready to test out already. Assigning them each a chapter in books she had selected from the library, she explained that at the end of the week, they would be expected to be able to read the chapter and then write five hundred words on the subject she'd assigned. If they could do it, legibly and cognitively, then she would excuse them from further sessions, giving them a free period during this hour of their day.
Finally, Gwen reached the last name - the only remained student left. She had known very few people who's name started with 'Z' but here they were. Though he was the last, she still called out his name, just in case he was so absorbed in his work that he didn't realize he was the last. "Zoticus, I believe it is your turn," she said, her voice much softer, no longer needing to rise above the loud scratching of quills against parchment or soft conversations she had allowed during this first session.
