FOR JIM KELTER, DOING his job equated to world peace. For me, it involved helping my students succeed.
So I barely looked up from my commandeered laptop as we entered the helicopter, and I continued grading despite the ensuing motion and noise. For the sake of fairness, I perused the term papers in the order in which they’d been delivered, which meant that Patricia’s didn’t pop up on my screen until the trees beneath us had given way to highways and houses. Then I lost track of my surroundings as I fell into her fictional world.
The young woman’s research was evident well before I scrolled down to the scientific postscript. For all her airs of superiority, Patricia had listened to every lecture and she must have read deeply into her chosen topic between now and then to have added such ve
