<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong><em>Lasair Rowen</em></strong></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">After closing the door to the classroom, Rowen walked down the side steps toward the front of the lecture hall. With her lab coat on looked none for wear over the news of the rioting across town. She secretly wanted to listen in on the news but classes were still in session. "<strong><em>OK, today we are going over unicellular microscopic organisms; which include bacteria, protists, fungi, archaea. The later of our lecture will cover microscopic plants, such as green algae, animals such as plankton, and the planarian. Turn to chapter 12 and we will be covering chapters 12-17; your exam is this Friday. A quiz to be given today, to help you gage where you are in your studies. There are15 multiple choice questions with five essays. Pay close attention to today's lecture."</em></strong> </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Rowen walked over to the podium to bring down the house lights and grabbed her remote with the laser pointer. She walked over to the desk to lean on it while facing the screen. In seconds of pressing a button, brought up her presentation. Hearing once again the groans brought up by the material grinned. Grumblings emanated from the student body behind ignored such protest; it comes with the job. Continuing anyway, acted as if she never heard them. It was increasingly becoming difficult through the lecture to keep them settled, hearing them chatting in low whispers about the riots. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">It was bad enough the half bowl lecture hall, which held up to 200 students, now was missing 80 students. Rowen ignored the numbers for now, knowing that it was significant. A green dot wiggled here and there on the screen pointing out what was important and what was testable. She had to give a quiz in the last hour and would if nothing interrupted her flow. But the constant murmurings in the dark was starting to distract from the lesson. Trying to ignore such interruption continued, believing if they preferred to talk then the quiz will let them know how ill prepared they are for the up and coming exam. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">After 30 minutes, more into the lesson and the talking continued had to finally address this. "<strong><em>If you feel, your conversation is more important then today's lessons please do continue to have your private discussions. I still am paid and your tuition is appreciated. Consider in suggestion allowing those that would like to pass today's quiz, the chance to hear my lecture. With that said, I suggest you with frame from talking."</em></strong> Her back was to the class as she continued to circle a portion of the image, pointing out where the chemical reactions took place. The talking simmered down briefly after hearing the operative word quiz. But like in all classes you have that one who wished to be annoying. With in her assumption all had been settled, a student still decided that his concerns were far more important then the lesson and felt he had to be everyones spokes person. He asked his question undeterred by repercussions. </span><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>"Professor Rowen I beg forgive the interruption of your class, but we have been talking about what plan the college has in place in case a emergency? Of course, all this is light of the rioting on the other side of town." </strong></span><br/></em><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Sighing inwardly hearing the question wanted to add, what did the other side of town have to do with right now at Rockford City College. Lasair took a moment to glance over at the podium's control council. There she looked to a call button, which flashed red when being summoned to the Directors office. Thus far, it had not flashed since classes began and she hoped seriously that it was not broken. Even so, someone will come and get her if her call button fails.</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>"What is your name please?"</strong> She sounded irritated turning around to face her address-er. Lasair pressed her thumb upon the remote vab to raise the house lights; in order to see who spoke to her. To her surprise the same student that addressed her outside the building, now did so in class.</span><br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>"What is your name? I would like to know whom I am speaking to."</strong> </span><br/><br/></em><strong><em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">"Cory professor, Cory Talan; I’m a junior." </span><br/></em></strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><em><strong>"Mr. Talan, to answer you and your classmates concerns, the college has your safety in hand. I’ll be alerted if there is a need to dismiss classes for the remainder of this day. Since I have yet been alerted, please let us continue and get through this important lecture. I assure you all that no one will be left in the dark."</strong></em> She sounded so sure of her self, hoping the students were buying it. Lasair had to set the tone from here on out and appear unbothered by today’s events. She had to, or risk loosing control of her class. Many of her students hadn’t report to class and that alone was already cause for some concern. Glancing at the clock at the back of the class, had at least an hour and 12 minutes left to her class. </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;">Not opening the floor up for further discussion on this topic, pressed the remote in her hand to lower the house lights and continued on from where she left off. </span>