Glinda was much calmer than on Monday, and was putting the finishing touches on the grading scale for the final presentations. Other than that, she was reading a
novel that she'd found hidden under some old newspapers and magazines in the teachers' lounge. Occasionally there were murmurs of "oh my" and amused titters.
And the rapid-fire opening and closing of a drawer as she hid said novel in her desk whenever anyone went past the door.
[Open to students who want their speeches checked before Friday and to any faculty who feel like harassing Glinda about her taste in reading material!]