Returning to my office after class I passed six students arrayed at one end of the 6th floor atrium corridor. They were dressed in suits, ties, skirts, jackets–business clothes, projecting nervous energy. One was hunched over a computer screen. One sat staring into space. Four stood apart, facing in different directions, gesturing, talking to the empty air. “The 3rd quarter numbers . . . ” “The company’s supply chain . . .” ” . . . test marketing focus groups . . .” None looked at me or broke concentration as they practiced their portions of the team’s presentation. If they made a mistake they backed up, repeating the flubbed words. None was listening to the others’ remarks. I considered asking about their project, making a joke to lighten the tension, anything to acknowledge their rehearsal. I didn’t. I walked by, nodding unseen. A tableau that was repeated in team rooms, empty classrooms, and random unpopulated corners of 595 Comm Ave all day.