“Thức dậy con trai, “ cried out my grandpa waking me up for school. Translation, “wake up boy”. I groaned and covered my eyes, trying my best to shield myself from the break of dawn. Even today I question whether it’s ethical to force elementary school students to wake up at 7 am to attend a society-approved Stanford Prison Experiment where the teachers are the all knowing guards and the students are guinea pigs. But I digressed, it was the 5th annual 5th grade show and tell. All 5th graders are required to bring one object or talent to share with the entire class. A typical event meant to bring out the shy kids and to express diversity. The journey there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. Although the city managed to spare some funds to
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You ready for the show and tell?, “ he exclaimed. “Nope, but hopefully things will run smoothly. What did you bring?.” “Aye, I brought my dad’s PHD degree,” “PHD?” Was it an acronym for “Pretentious Humiliating Dick”? “A PHD is a doctored degree only awarded to the brightest of people” “Ah, so your dad works at a hospital,” I naively assumed. “No, he’s a professor at the University of Georgia. He teaches and researches cool things for a living,” “So, kinda like Miss Thompson,” “Not even close Patrick. Miss Thompson is just a teacher. My dad is a professor. The title professor is a trillion times more prestigious than a teacher would ever be.”
After hearing that explanation, I physically couldn’t utter a single syllable. The amount of shame I felt when comparing my floppy disk with his father’s PHD was like an 800lb gorilla. How could I possibly compete with that? A PHD vs. a pathetic made-in-china floppy disk. 7:35 AM, the gates opened and the herd scrambled for their homeroom class. While the majority rushed to their classes, I sluggishly trekked my way to room B32, Inside the classroom, my classmates were clearing out the top of their desks to centerpiece their object. I self-consciously placed my insignificant disk on my …show more content…
The computer was an old hand me down PC that would’ve been better in the trash than for education. Luckily the contents of my floppy disk didn’t require a lot of computation. Within minutes of the pressing of the button, the Microsoft logo appeared on the screen. I gently inserted the floppy disk into the hard drive and navigated through out-of-date interface. Within seconds of clicking on my application, the Tetris game logo appeared. Everyone became mesmerized with the combination of millions of pixels, ranging from trillions of hexadecimal values, and the music orchestrating in the background. While everyone’s attention was glued into a miniscule screen, I navigated the interface and clicked the option, “Play”. Dozens of Tetris blocks started piling onto the screen. Suddenly the whirring of the floppy disk became increasingly obvious. This wasn’t your original Tetris, instead each of the blocks had their own animations that imitated everyday emotions. The music perfectly harmonized the retro video game with the caboodle of annoying laughing blocks, varying from different shape and colors. It took years to mod the game on a toaster, but the reactions of my peers were
You ready for the show and tell?, “ he exclaimed. “Nope, but hopefully things will run smoothly. What did you bring?.” “Aye, I brought my dad’s PHD degree,” “PHD?” Was it an acronym for “Pretentious Humiliating Dick”? “A PHD is a doctored degree only awarded to the brightest of people” “Ah, so your dad works at a hospital,” I naively assumed. “No, he’s a professor at the University of Georgia. He teaches and researches cool things for a living,” “So, kinda like Miss Thompson,” “Not even close Patrick. Miss Thompson is just a teacher. My dad is a professor. The title professor is a trillion times more prestigious than a teacher would ever be.”
After hearing that explanation, I physically couldn’t utter a single syllable. The amount of shame I felt when comparing my floppy disk with his father’s PHD was like an 800lb gorilla. How could I possibly compete with that? A PHD vs. a pathetic made-in-china floppy disk. 7:35 AM, the gates opened and the herd scrambled for their homeroom class. While the majority rushed to their classes, I sluggishly trekked my way to room B32, Inside the classroom, my classmates were clearing out the top of their desks to centerpiece their object. I self-consciously placed my insignificant disk on my …show more content…
The computer was an old hand me down PC that would’ve been better in the trash than for education. Luckily the contents of my floppy disk didn’t require a lot of computation. Within minutes of the pressing of the button, the Microsoft logo appeared on the screen. I gently inserted the floppy disk into the hard drive and navigated through out-of-date interface. Within seconds of clicking on my application, the Tetris game logo appeared. Everyone became mesmerized with the combination of millions of pixels, ranging from trillions of hexadecimal values, and the music orchestrating in the background. While everyone’s attention was glued into a miniscule screen, I navigated the interface and clicked the option, “Play”. Dozens of Tetris blocks started piling onto the screen. Suddenly the whirring of the floppy disk became increasingly obvious. This wasn’t your original Tetris, instead each of the blocks had their own animations that imitated everyday emotions. The music perfectly harmonized the retro video game with the caboodle of annoying laughing blocks, varying from different shape and colors. It took years to mod the game on a toaster, but the reactions of my peers were