Connor took off, and I taught three hours on Broadcast Writing. Rather than hold the class for an hour three times per week, Abby had opted for one longer lecture where they could watch various television programs and compare writing styles and format. It was a fun and easy session with mostly creative types looking to polish their communication skills before graduating and searching for jobs.
After the class ended at four thirty, Officer Flatman arrived to bag and tag Abby"s journal. When I got back to my office, I jumped online and perused the logs Connor had sent. They confirmed Myriam had uploaded the grades herself last Wednesday evening. There were no previous entries or changes since her upload, which meant if Abby had originally marked Striker"s exam as an "F," someone had done so
