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Summary: A student is mildly frustrated by his professor’s pace of speaking.
“Even if we use one million, or two million, or even three million pieces, the additional tooling cost will remain constant. So you can see that in order to make a good economic analysis, you have to classify the costs related to the output activities as follows…”
Lento slammed his pencil down as the professor finally stopped speaking. The soot streaks on his notebook smoked from his rapid scribbling, and his wrist shook from the sheer exertion of trying to take notes from a professor who read off slides that looked like someone tried to squeeze a novel onto them.
Judging by the fire alarm going off around them, he wasn’t the only one who nearly combusted his notes.
“You know,” Atras murmured from beside him, “online lectures sound like a really good idea right now.” His notebook was closed, his pencil pristine. The signs of a man who gave up long ago. The signs of a smart man.
“I,” Lento hissed, “cannot take this anymore.”
“What is he even saying?” Atras said, calmer but still exasperated. “What’s all this about costs and benefits and graphs?”
“Who cares? Why does this matter? Has this man ever had to deliver a presentation before? I don’t need this to pass my exam.”
Atras patted his back, an understanding but exasperated expression on his face. “Calm down. It’s not that bad. It’s just a humanities course.”
“I’m not seeing the humanity,” Lento said grimly.
“It’s the bird course. The easy course. The course you don’t even have to take notes in. Why are you trying so hard, anyway?”
“Says the guy who isn’t taking notes!”
Atras snorted. “The prof posted all of his slides online. Why should you take notes? I’d rather not develop carpal tunnel in the first week.”
A clock ticked and Lento glanced over to the clock. The professor starts talking again, the sound like a drill burrowing directly into Lento’s ears as the added knowledge of incompetence makes the emotional damage all too clear.
“How is he still talking?” Lento’s voice steadily rose in pitch. “What is there left to talk about? Why can’t I go home? Why am I here? Just to suffer??“
“And that’s it!” the professor said brightly. “You are now free to go. Tomorrow, we’ll be looking at cost estimation models. There are practice problems on LEARN if you want to apply what we covered today.”
A rush of cool wind blew from somewhere out the exit, even though that would make no logical sense whatsoever, but conveniently masked the students’ collective sigh of relief.
Lento stood up, dumped his notebook and pencil straight into his backpack, and promptly dragged Atras out the lecture hall with him. “Out,” he demanded. “We are out of here.”
“For the last time?”
“Do you even need to ask?”
“I thought it was interesting,” said Atras. “The professor sounded like he knew what he was talking about. He just covered things a bit fast, that’s all. And kinda derailed sometimes.”
“…And he went on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on to say the equivalent of a small glossary and four lines of notes, except you don’t know what four lines you need so you write down all of them anyway.”
“You’re too bitter,” Atras observed. He held out a red rectangle. “Want a KitKat?”
“…Yes.” Lento snatched the candy out of his friend’s hands and ripped the wrapper open. He chewed methodically on the chocolate.
“Feeling better?”
“A little,” Lento admitted. “But still. I’m not going back to that class.”
“You should,” Atras coaxed, holding out a Coffee Crisp. “You always learn things better when lectures can hold you accountable. Here, do you think you can talk about the course without hating on the professor for one second?”
“Who’s gonna hold the professor accountable?” Lento grumbled. Atras gave him a look. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Fine. One more class. He has one more chance.”
Addendum:
“If you have three horses, the magnetic flux through each horse actually approaches zero as we move farther and farther away. Combined with Gauss’ law, given that we know that the flux density of each horse is, in an ideal world, equal to that of free space, this lets us cancel out the electric flux density factor on both sides here, which results in seven horses!”
The hissing sprinklers and wailing fire alarm do little to stop the madman from his lecture. Lento rests his head on his arm on his desk, his pencil having been vaporised long ago. “Surely this isn’t on the exam. What kind of econ is this?”
“Be sure to remember this, because it’ll be a major part of your midterm!”
Atras pats his head consolingly.