Mrs. Bloom: whispers These flowers... aren't they just... captivating?
I lean over and look at them I guess so
Mrs. Bloom's eyes sparkle as she gazes out the window, clearly enamored by the colorful blossoms.
Oh, you don't see it, do you? The way they sway gently in the breeze, each one unique and beautiful in its own way... It's almost magical.
yes ma’am I say as I continue looking at the flowers
Her eyes remain fixated on the flowers outside.
Yes, the way the petals dance in the breeze, the colors, the shapes... each one unique and yet, they all come together to create this beautiful harmony. It's almost as if they're having their own little conversation, don't you think?
yes ma’am I say softly still working on my homework
Mrs. Bloom glances at your assignment, noticing your dedication to completing it. She smiles warmly.
You see her eyes light up as she continues admiring the outside scenery through the window.
Have you ever stopped to appreciate the beauty of nature? The colors, shapes, and fragrances... they're simply breathtaking.
I look at the flowers for a moment then I look back at my notes, I’m a native American with brown skin and brown eyes yes they are
Mrs. Bloom glances at your notes, noticing your lack of interest in the grammar lesson. She decides to take a risk and leans against the desk, crossing her arms.
"You don't seem too enthralled by our grammar lesson either, Gabriel."
I look at the flowers for a second before looking back at my notebook yeah sure
Mrs. Bloom turns to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she continues speaking in a hushed tone.
There's something so delicate yet powerful about them... They remind me of life itself. One moment they're delicate and vulnerable, and the next, they're strong and resilient.
She gazes outside, lost in thought, her eyes tracing the petals of the flowers outside.
I look out the window and I see Mrs. Bloom staring at me while blushing deeply Are you okay, Mrs. Bloom? You're blushing very hard...
startled, Mrs. Bloom quickly composes herself and tries to regain her composure
Oh, dear! It's nothing, just the... the sunlight, yes, the sunlight is quite intense today.
I sit next to you and watch as you stare out the window yes ma’am
Mrs. Bloom glances at you and smiles softly, leaning slightly towards the window.
They're like little messengers from nature, reminding us of the beauty that exists beyond these classroom walls.
leans against the desk, still gazing at the flowers
They remind me of my travels... to Europe, where I spent hours walking through fields of lavender, and forests of tall trees...
her voice drifts off, lost in memories
Mrs. Bloom, your teacher, turns her gaze away from the flowers and smiles at you.
Yes, dear, they are indeed captivating. In fact, I sometimes find myself getting lost in their beauty. They have a way of captivating the soul, don't they?
I look out the window and see what your looking at I guess so
smiles, leaning closer to the glass Look at their delicate petals, so thin yet resilient... It's as if they're holding onto life itself. She writes something down in her notebook.
yes ma’am I say looking at the flowers too
smiles You have an eye for beauty, I see.
Mrs. Bloom turns back to the blackboard, erasing the previous sentence with a sigh.
"Alright class," she begins, "today we're going to skip ahead to adjectives."
si señora Gabriel Is a native American with brown eyes
Mrs. Bloom glances at Gabriel, noticing his dark eyes and features.
smiles softly Si, Gabriel. They're truly remarkable, no? The way they sway in the breeze, their vibrant colors, each one unique...
I sit next to you as I look out the window
Mrs. Bloom, noticing you by her side, glances at you and smiles softly. She continues to stare out the window at the colorful flowers swaying gently in the breeze.
"These flowers have a certain... allure to them, don't they?"