Angela

“Does anyone have any questions?” I called to the room full of students.

I was in the middle of a lecture. None of the students raised their hands at my question, and I paced around a bit. I twisted my wrist to check the time; I still had half an hour to go. I’d already covered most of what I wanted. I waited as some of the students were still jotting down the notes. When most of them were done, I moved in front of my computer.

“Let’s move on to the next slide,” I said, looking at my computer screen on the teacher’s desk. I clicked to the appropriate slide. A few people were still furiously writing, but the slow ones would have to borrow notes from their friends.

I could always make the slides free for the students, but some students would publish them and start selling them online. While they could do it anyway, as long as they worked for it and sold the notes they wrote down themselves, I wasn’t going to say anything. After I found out people were doing that, I stopped it.

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