Doubling the Workload
Aug 21, 2009 0:18:05 GMT -5
Post by zealot97 on Aug 21, 2009 0:18:05 GMT -5
The scene opens up in one of the lab classrooms at the Harvard Department of Chemistry and Chemical Biology. Professor Molly Cule, with a slight grin on her face, sits at her desk with the front drawer open looking inside at something.
A young male student walking by the classroom peaks throws a quick glance through the small window, which adorns the classroom door. Puzzled, he slowly opens the door and quietly walks in.
STUDENT: Uhh…..Professor Cule???
Professor Cule gets slightly startled and quickly shuts the drawer. He quietly sits down in a chair in front of her desk. She looks up to see one of her students from one of her afternoon seminars.
PROF. CULE: Uhh Y-y-yes…..h-h-how can I help you, Mr…..Uh…
STUDENT: You can call me Dean, Dean Annay.
PROF. CULE: Ah yes, Mr. Annay. What was it you needed to see me for?
As Professor Cule’s eyes switch between looking at Dean and looking at the drawer, Dean says…
DEAN: Well, I was just coming in here cause I wanted to ask you what the 39th element on the Periodic Table was, cause I lost my backpack and the test on the elements is tomorrow. I was wondering if you know. Hmm?
Professor Cule keeps looking at the drawer, having it slightly open. Then suddenly looks back at Dean.
PROF. CULE: Uh… O-o-of course I know that element, but I’m concerned for your sake that you don’t. You’re in Harvard as a Chemistry major and you don’t know the 39th element on the Periodic Table??? Don’t you have any charts, study partners, even the internet at your disposal??
DEAN: Unfortunately no. I can’t afford any charts ,I don’t really have any friends, and I lost my library card so Internet is not an option.
PROF. CULE: (with a stunned look on her face) Wow. That’s sad. Well, I guess since you’re in a hurry, I’ll go ahead and tell you.
Professor Cule stands up proudly, takes a deep breath, and boldly says…
PROF. CULE: The 39th Element on the Periodic Table of Elements is…
Just as she is stating the correct answer, her desk stapler falls on her foot.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTRIUM!!!!
Shocked at her sudden outburst of pain, Dean jumps out of his seat and says…
DEAN: Professor Cule, are you all right?
Prof. Cule is visibly hopping on one foot while holding the other in pain. Dean tries to go around the desk and help.
DEAN: Here, let me try to help…
PROF. CULE: (Noticing that her desk drawer is a quarter of the way open.) No, no that’s okay. I’m fine really, just look….
She gingerly stands on both of her feet and put her hands on her hips, in kind of a power stance. She smiles, but it also looks like she’s clinching her teeth in pain. She speaks through her teeth..
See, I’m fine. No need to help me.
DEAN: But Prof. Cule…
PROF. CULE: Hey, don’t you have another class to get to. It’s 11:55.
DEAN: Oh crap, I do. Are you sure you don’t need any help?
PROF. CULE: (With the same grin and a thumbs up as she leads him towards the door.) As positive as a proton!
DEAN: (Confused and going backwards towards the door.) Uh…okay. I guess I’ll see you in class tomorrow.
PROF.CULE: Don’t forget to study.
DEAN: I won’t forget. Thank y-
The door slams shut. Professor Cule quickly tapes a piece of paper over the small window and returns to her desk. She lets out a sigh of relief and picks up the stapler
PROF. CULE: Phew! That was a close one! Damn stapler. The college couldn’t buy heavier ones apparently. It’s amazing the questions some of these kids ask. I’ve got answers for all of them.
As she goes to put away the stapler in the drawer, she once again notices what’s inside: Her wrestling attire neatly folded up and an OG-JOSHI invitation flyer.
PROF. CULE: (With a slight grin on her face) Then again, there are some questions for which I don’t.
FtB
A young male student walking by the classroom peaks throws a quick glance through the small window, which adorns the classroom door. Puzzled, he slowly opens the door and quietly walks in.
STUDENT: Uhh…..Professor Cule???
Professor Cule gets slightly startled and quickly shuts the drawer. He quietly sits down in a chair in front of her desk. She looks up to see one of her students from one of her afternoon seminars.
PROF. CULE: Uhh Y-y-yes…..h-h-how can I help you, Mr…..Uh…
STUDENT: You can call me Dean, Dean Annay.
PROF. CULE: Ah yes, Mr. Annay. What was it you needed to see me for?
As Professor Cule’s eyes switch between looking at Dean and looking at the drawer, Dean says…
DEAN: Well, I was just coming in here cause I wanted to ask you what the 39th element on the Periodic Table was, cause I lost my backpack and the test on the elements is tomorrow. I was wondering if you know. Hmm?
Professor Cule keeps looking at the drawer, having it slightly open. Then suddenly looks back at Dean.
PROF. CULE: Uh… O-o-of course I know that element, but I’m concerned for your sake that you don’t. You’re in Harvard as a Chemistry major and you don’t know the 39th element on the Periodic Table??? Don’t you have any charts, study partners, even the internet at your disposal??
DEAN: Unfortunately no. I can’t afford any charts ,I don’t really have any friends, and I lost my library card so Internet is not an option.
PROF. CULE: (with a stunned look on her face) Wow. That’s sad. Well, I guess since you’re in a hurry, I’ll go ahead and tell you.
Professor Cule stands up proudly, takes a deep breath, and boldly says…
PROF. CULE: The 39th Element on the Periodic Table of Elements is…
Just as she is stating the correct answer, her desk stapler falls on her foot.
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTRIUM!!!!
Shocked at her sudden outburst of pain, Dean jumps out of his seat and says…
DEAN: Professor Cule, are you all right?
Prof. Cule is visibly hopping on one foot while holding the other in pain. Dean tries to go around the desk and help.
DEAN: Here, let me try to help…
PROF. CULE: (Noticing that her desk drawer is a quarter of the way open.) No, no that’s okay. I’m fine really, just look….
She gingerly stands on both of her feet and put her hands on her hips, in kind of a power stance. She smiles, but it also looks like she’s clinching her teeth in pain. She speaks through her teeth..
See, I’m fine. No need to help me.
DEAN: But Prof. Cule…
PROF. CULE: Hey, don’t you have another class to get to. It’s 11:55.
DEAN: Oh crap, I do. Are you sure you don’t need any help?
PROF. CULE: (With the same grin and a thumbs up as she leads him towards the door.) As positive as a proton!
DEAN: (Confused and going backwards towards the door.) Uh…okay. I guess I’ll see you in class tomorrow.
PROF.CULE: Don’t forget to study.
DEAN: I won’t forget. Thank y-
The door slams shut. Professor Cule quickly tapes a piece of paper over the small window and returns to her desk. She lets out a sigh of relief and picks up the stapler
PROF. CULE: Phew! That was a close one! Damn stapler. The college couldn’t buy heavier ones apparently. It’s amazing the questions some of these kids ask. I’ve got answers for all of them.
As she goes to put away the stapler in the drawer, she once again notices what’s inside: Her wrestling attire neatly folded up and an OG-JOSHI invitation flyer.
PROF. CULE: (With a slight grin on her face) Then again, there are some questions for which I don’t.
FtB