3 is just a number

She enters the room and takes her place in the only vacant chair around the circular table where the committee of experts to which she belongs to, sophisticated and resolute, is about to start reading the documentation they've been given the task to review. One of his peers has been accused of markedly unfair behaviour upon the grading of the finals. Among the convincing proofs stands an entry in his own colleague's blog where sarcasm and irony are used to admit his inability to handle the matter. She goes through the reading, a hint of a smile in her lips. She overhears the conversation of experts 2 and 5 and their words of disapproval. Their astonishment is not so much on the behaviour but on the ineptitude of making private matters public, matters which before the web became the web were only discussed between close friends in front of a cup of coffee. The need to make one's feelings widely known so easily to an unlimited number of potential readers baffles her too, finding no valid reason behind the trendy purpose of such simpleminded sharing of information. The evidence against her peer allows no dispute. It will take them all some thinking to make up a convincing lie. She sighs, hiding her face on the palms of her hands as she pictures herself as she enters the room and takes her place in the only vacant chair around the circular table where the committee of experts to which she belongs to, sophisticated and resolute, is about to start reading the documentation they've been given the task to review. Dot. And dot. And another dot.