They must ready their printed pages for their working portfolios. One sits on the table behind the writer, reading the screen over her shoulder and the other sits on the floor. They have been giggling hysterically for the past ten minutes. I glance at the clock, ten minutes left in the hour. The chatty girls reluctantly return to their seats.
Several students groan.
I know, I know. I don't want to think. Thinking is hard. I need to know what you think about this past week. Remember - don't just tell me what you did.