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The marker squeaked as the professor drew a sine wave on the whiteboard. “Given this input signal,” he began, “Can anybody tell me what the output of the amplifier would be?”
No response from the students. Lazy, brain-dead maggots, thought the professor. Always looking for free marks so that they can walk out of here with an engineering degree and use it to change the colour of banner ad for hair growth formula. Well I’ll show them, I’ll show them all!
The professor briefly sneered behind him without taking a good look at his disinterested pupils. “In case you needed reminding, the output of the amplifier is here,” he said while circling a square. “And no Eugene, you better not ask me why I drew a square to indicate that spot, when all the other professors don’t even bother.”
“Who’s Eugene?” Somebody interrogated.
“Who’s Eugene?!” The balding professor stopped drawing with his squeaking marker and shouted at the ceiling. “We all know who he is! Are you serious?”
The professor turned his head and saw a classroom with only a single bored twenty-year old. And she wasn’t Eugene.
This was written in 10 minutes during a Joy of Writing meetup.