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gothamflatfootStudents come and go in a lecture class as large as Criminology 101. It's still something Jim Gordon is getting used to. The higher level courses he's taught in the past at Gotham U capped out at 22. Most were highly motivated seniors ready to finish their degrees. This is a summer course full of freshmen and sophomores. From the size of the crowd today, he guesses he's lost about two dozen to the promise of fun and sun.
He calls on a raised hand half way up the auditorium.
"Should we trust a study like this? I mean... It was done over 30 years ago. Times change."
The auditorium doors part to his left. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees another individual slip into the room. He keeps his attention on the body of students at large.
"Good catch," he answers from the podium. "The study was conducted in 1967. There have been other studies since though that reinforce the findings. Creighton in 1978. Tobler in 1995. Violent crime offenders will without fail be disproportionately male."
All movement to his left stops. He feels the unmistakable sensation associated with scrutiny. Jim Gordon may be retired but a lifetime of training dies hard. He turns his head to get a better look. A dark haired woman leans up against the wall, her arms crossed casually. They make eye contact and after a moment of recognition, he returns her smile.
He turns back to the class. "Chapters 8 through 11 for Monday. And you're officially free to start your weekend. Class dismissed."
Once the room is empty, he walks over to greet his former colleague. He offers his hand. "Renee. This is a nice surprise."
"Sir." She takes it readily, genuinely pleased to see him.
He laughs. No longer her boss and still she calls him sir. He wonders if that will ever change. He gestures towards the door. "Let's grab some coffee and head back to the office. You can tell me what's brought you here on the way."
(Originally posted: June 21, 2006)
He calls on a raised hand half way up the auditorium.
"Should we trust a study like this? I mean... It was done over 30 years ago. Times change."
The auditorium doors part to his left. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees another individual slip into the room. He keeps his attention on the body of students at large.
"Good catch," he answers from the podium. "The study was conducted in 1967. There have been other studies since though that reinforce the findings. Creighton in 1978. Tobler in 1995. Violent crime offenders will without fail be disproportionately male."
All movement to his left stops. He feels the unmistakable sensation associated with scrutiny. Jim Gordon may be retired but a lifetime of training dies hard. He turns his head to get a better look. A dark haired woman leans up against the wall, her arms crossed casually. They make eye contact and after a moment of recognition, he returns her smile.
He turns back to the class. "Chapters 8 through 11 for Monday. And you're officially free to start your weekend. Class dismissed."
Once the room is empty, he walks over to greet his former colleague. He offers his hand. "Renee. This is a nice surprise."
"Sir." She takes it readily, genuinely pleased to see him.
He laughs. No longer her boss and still she calls him sir. He wonders if that will ever change. He gestures towards the door. "Let's grab some coffee and head back to the office. You can tell me what's brought you here on the way."
(Originally posted: June 21, 2006)
