Damn undergraduates. It's like they can't read syllabi. It's not like the class is supposed to be hard even. Two weeks on the Judeo-Christian traditions, one additional week to incorporate Islam. Then two weeks to cover Buddhism and Hinduism (not nearly enough time for Hindu but try explaining a not-religion in a religions course). Followed by breakdowns of the other faiths of the world. Well overview breakdowns for everything. Just enough to give an idea and spur conversation.
But no, the undergraduates had to complain. A printed email is crumbled in Langdon's left hand, he had printed it out to make sure he had read it correctly. Complaints. Actual Complaints. His free hand runs through his hair as Langdon enters the Circle and takes a glance at the familiar faces and new faces that abound. Huh, when did that happen.