“Professor Finch,” she said, voice steady. “That diagram. It’s wrong.”
Finch felt a small, unfamiliar thrill. Not annoyance. Not defensiveness. Recognition . 2nd year biology lectures
A murmur rippled through the lecture hall. “Professor Finch,” she said, voice steady
He spent the next forty minutes off-script. He drew wild, frantic diagrams on the whiteboard: oscillating membranes, drifting protein complexes, mitochondria that looked more like jellyfish than factories. He brought up the Nature paper on the projector and walked them through the supplementary materials. Students who hadn’t spoken since the first week asked questions. The football-score guy took notes. ” she said
Today, however, was different.