There’s something not right. It’s partly that of course the work is harder now. No second window open to do some extra… “research” before responding. No third window open for a live conversation with a mate. No hit record and worry about understanding it later. But there is something else different, more disturbing, more unsettling. Classes were comfortable, predictable. She was contained – in her window. I could fast forward, rewind, mute but that’s not it. I knew what she was going to do. How it would all go. Now, she’s live and it shows. It’s not right. She’s weird.