One For the Gram

“Professor, are you ok?” The class silently looked to him for an answer. It was the first time he held their attention all year. Roger had been searching for a way to reach them. He now understood what it took to draw them in. Well planned lectures were lost on them. They, a generation raised on spectacles and sensationalism, needed to be shocked. He wondered if there were any heroes among them. He tightened the noose around his neck and gambled with is life that there was at least one. He kicked the stool from beneath him and hung before a classroom full of able bodied young people. As he dangled at the end of his rope, he realized that not one of them would put down their phones to come to his rescue. The thought would never cross their minds.