What's going on is they refuse to learn!" Blankenship sinks into the chair behind the classroom's desk. He taps an irregular rhythm on its surface with the marker. "They don't understand what they'll face as a practitioner."
"Yelling at them will fix that?"
"I don't know." He scrubs his face with one hand. "It was easier before. Or maybe I'm fooling myself and it was always this hard."
You're really worried that he's in no shape to teach.
"I'm sure you'll figure it out."
"Yes. I have to, don't I?" Blankenship's lips twist in a half-smile. "I'd like more time, but time is the one thing we never have enough of." He stands and brushes his hands on his robes. "There's nothing for it but to continue as we have begun."
"He is not one to alter his approach in the face of new data," Alex says.
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