Rm. 2-306.
The room screamed curiosity. Everywhere, even the corners, were cluttered with replicas, robotic models, and carbon skeletons. Looking up, the room seemed to take up two floors in height and the windows on the side shone in with glistening light. Hanging from the ceiling, were different models across different occasions, showcasing the technological timeline of different vehicles. And overhead, a dazzling model of a bullet train rode on floating tracks, expertly dodging multi-colored model planes.
When Steven entered the room, he felt like he had entered his mom's old workplace.
His mom would say: "Don't touch this and that."
Steven would reply: "Okay," which meant he'd obey and never touch anything (ever).
Back at the front of the Rm. 2-306, the teacher introduced himself as Mr. Nyegil. His messy orange bangs almost covered his amber eyes, but his stare still punched through, "I teach 'Intro to Robotics," he followed, his voice heavy and sort of bored. Though tired and drawn downwards, his eyes shone with an impetuous fascination.
"Well, since there's no use for dawdling, our first lesson will start today." Mr. Nyegil droned on. He tapped a sleeping student's desk as an afterthought.
Steven propped his head up and then—
click.
The room shuddered as the floor caved in, and lights beamed into the air, morphing into a 3D presentation. Centered in the model was a delicately-crafted machine, continuously coming apart and joining back together.
"Tell me, what is the first word that comes to mind when you hear 'ROBOTICS'?"
"A lot of work?" Call suggested.
"Yes," Mr. Nyegil agreed, seemingly missing Call's point, "Yes, but work is meaningless without direction."
The orange-haired man then went on a peculiar tangent—
Mr. Nyegil's Tangent on Robotics 101 (as interpreted by Student #XX):
Design: CRUCIAL
Compatibility & Materials: Important!
Money: Money = crucial. Money = money. Money-money-money (FLAMING MESS w/o it).
Seriously, no-go w/o money. Start a piggy bank.
Think of individual parts -> whole
Money! Ca-ching!
Design Plan:
Step 1: Find rich people for the $$ (friends, family, billionaires).
Step 2: Take the money (quickly).
Step 3: Design something? (return -> Step 1 if failed).
Mr. Nyegil paused, eyeing a student, who was (not) Steven: "No sleeping."
"This is why engineering is a team effort. Needless to say, there are many talented people who are multi-talented. But for this class, most of the projects will be done in teams."
He paused, again: "No sleeping"
The student drooped his head further down.
Mr. Nyegil chuckled... reaching his right hand to cover his eyes. He tilted his head backward, before falling into a deep maniacal laugh. Once his laughter finally stopped, he wheezed and looked forward pointedly:
"Today, I'll be assessing all of your abilities."
The back of the room jumbled open, leading to a back room filled with thin headgear aligned on shelves. The students clambered awake, as they rushed to grab one! Meanwhile, Mr. Nyegil scolded a student: "No, I don't care that you already have one, use the school's."
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