“Professor Finch,” she said, voice steady. “That diagram. It’s wrong.”
Second year, he decided, was going to be fun again.
Finch adjusted his glasses. “Go on.”
“You’re absolutely right,” he said. He closed his laptop. “Class, turn to page 287 in your textbook. Now draw a large ‘X’ through the entire diagram.”
At 2:55 PM, Finch stopped. The clock showed five minutes early—a first in his career.
A murmur rippled through the lecture hall.