[repack]: Pogil

The chalk dust hung in the air like a ghost of lectures past. Dr. Alistair Finch, a veteran chemistry professor with a tie perpetually askew, stood before two hundred blank faces in a tiered lecture hall. He was explaining the concept of entropy—the universe’s drift toward disorder—and felt a profound, ironic kinship with the topic. His students were a system in perfect, stagnant equilibrium. Heads were down. Phones glowed under desks. A few brave souls in the front row took dutiful, robotic notes.

He answered it himself.

“No slides today,” he announced. A ripple of unease. The chalk dust hung in the air like a ghost of lectures past