Show this scene to the winter crowd
I went to school today. Looking at your calendar, you might assume that the student and teacher class of our society are all out and about having unrestrained fun. Not so; there are still those who are in class in spite of it all.
We are revamping certain aspects of our network infrastructure, so I had the dirty job of going from desktop to desktop and running scripts to make sure any given machine had the appropriate identity and rule sets. In fact, I should get in touch with Mike Rowe, to see if he’s considered this situation among his survey of Dirty Jobs. But I digress.
The building hosts a number of varied professional and vocational training profiles, along with good old-fashioned summer school for those in the lowest quintile of the academic strain. My first insertion found me paying rapt attention to a lecture on the various sorts of therapeutic insulin. I’ll admit it; I’d never thought too much about the topic before. Turns out that proteins in one sort turn the liquid milky. Good to know in a McGyver situation.
Another class was busily reviewing their internship plans. Busily, with big smiles and a very summer is here attitude, since their escape into the real world was only hours away.
And then I stumbled into the “dark side”. Remember every bad math day you’ve ever had? Put yourself in a room with a group of adolescents with attention deficits and see how long you last. Yes, they were trying to get “the other kid” up to the blackboard, and the idea of x-intercept and y-intercept and zero suddenly came back like a poorly digested snack.
I don’t want to go back to school. I’ve done my time and the judge has declared me free and graduated. Maybe if we could film the real atmosphere of a summer school math class (Bleak House might serve as a working title) and then show it in a loop during the regular term, we could boost success rates to an unimaginable level.
