Looking at the very thin folder of information, Sebastian silently laughs at himself. He fell for it. There is absolutely nothing there to help him. Making things up as he goes might not be the right approach to this. What does he know about teaching? Nothing. He has to prepare and think of a few different approaches to this. It’s one week of classes and he can’t just wing it. People will notice, since there is not much he can talk about that is not classified. Making things up is not exactly his forte. So personal experience with a heavy censorship of events will have to do. He fires up the laptop on his desk and frowns. No password needed? Who set this up? Is this another joke from Talbot? He makes a few fast changes and sets a password for himself. His rules apply here, it’s his classr

