Clark knocks tentatively on the doorframe of your cracked open classroom door, catching your attention from where you’re looking down at your computer. He clears his throat, waving sheepishly. “Hi, sorry to interrupt your class, I just- my projector isn’t working,” he explains as you sigh and cross the room to him. Your eyes flick from your students, who have barely glances up from their worksheets, to the journalism teacher you’re standing across from. You sigh.