I despise breakout rooms. None of us had our cameras on, of course, so it was just our icons – a purple music note, an orange kite, etc. No one had their mics on either. It was your standard, awkward, breakout room. Then, maybe because they were sick of the silence, or they just wanted to do the work, the orange spoke first, “You know, we’re supposed to be talking about the video we just watched.” No response. “Anyone? Seriously, you guys are…” A glorious box popped up on my screen.

Breakout rooms have ended. I breathe a sigh of relief.