Professor Rowen, Lasair<br/><br/>The news continued with its updates about the west side riots throughout the morning as she rode along the quite streets on the east side toward the College. Such things rarely made it to this side of town and so it was like listening to a movie. Lasair was only mildly concerned about the situation across town. In her world, the day was a normal one, the birds sang and the sky was clear. Driving up through the entranceway of the Rockford City College proved just that, as she slid into her parking spot marked in her name with bright yellow paint. Students were out along the grounds chattering and listening in on the breaking news updates. Opening her car door stepped out unconcerned to hear the reports herself, knowing the radio will be on in the labs and in the conference rooms. The last known report she heard coming in was that the riots had seemed to be getting out of control and already were heading southeast, before she turned the car off; again it appeared of little concern to her.<br/><br/>“Hey Professor Rowen, did ya hear what’s been going on up on the west side? Now the southeast is in a fit.” A student called after her as if he knew her. Turning she looked at this student who was but a face in a sea of over a hundred students she lectured too. To her he was a nobody, who if wasn’t working in one of her labs knew him not. She knows him like so many others, only as a four-digit number corresponding to the last four a social security number. Sighing heavily she had to admit to her self that the students do appear a tad too consumed with the riot. She was sure others who lived over in the west side and now southeast were not going to be in class today. Other students that may have come in to school earlier leaving home before things got broad cast about the riots were now listening to what fate has befallen there homes and quickly turned around to head back home by now. Lasair decided not to blow the students off today with a hand wave and a head nod. It was a day full of surprises and dread to some, so this was going to be his lucky day, a rare day she would take the time to respond to him.<br/><br/>“Yes I heard it earlier this morning…and coming into work on the car radio; I’ll be sure to let all my students know if this becomes a situation to concern over. Meanwhile I do hope all of you are prepared for today’s three-hour lecture on chapters 12 through 17. This day continues and so must we.” She turned to continue up the stone steps and disappeared into the building, but not before pausing in the doorway to hear the groans and curses coming from her students. With a smile of satisfaction upon her lips, continued down the hall heading for her lecture room to set up for her first class in 15 minutes. Thinking now on the events hoped the riots were not going to affect them too much. But there is always that rare act of God that seems to save that one student who is ill prepared for her classes.<br/><br/>Flicking a toggle switch sent down a large white screen, of which, is used for projecting lecture notes upon so students can follow along. She unzipped her soft brief case and pulled the notes she will give for both classes today setting them before her to glance over. Sitting on a tall stool behind the large raised podium waited for the students to start filing in as she removed a thermas to pour a cup of coffee. She never drank it at home but it served to help her during her lectures. Like clockwork, Lasair unbuttoned the next top button down of her pale pink blouse. She always felt tight in her blouses when she sat down and decided to do this to aid in her comfort. It is certain this act of comfort is why the students come each class giving her the best attendance in the department.<br/><br/>Her cleavage was no doubt the talk of the campus. Reaching for her green lab coat across the lower desk near the podium, slipped into the long sleeved coat, and waited as the clock read 10 minutes to 9 am. Checking her wristwatch was contented to know she was coordinated with the classroom clock. Walking over to the lecture hall’s double doors, stationed her self there and waited to close and lock them at precisely 9:30 am.