Steve Roger is down on his luck-broke college student working for peanuts bartending just to stay alive; no matter what he does, life keeps knocking him down and taking him. One night, a woman (Amelia Brandon) walks into the bar; with milk chocolate...
The title of this song is Arctic Monkeys: R U Mine?
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Professor stood at the front of the lecture hall, a stack of notes on his podium. His graying dark brown hair was combed over, and thick glasses perched on his nose. Professor Richardson had a deep, soothing voice, the kinda voice you'd hear in a documentary or something. The room hushed as he began to speak, his voice carrying the weight of knowledge and experience.
"Today, we're going to explore the fundamental principles of structural design," Professor Richardson started, gesturing to the equations and diagrams on the board behind him. "Understanding how forces act on a structure is crucial in creating buildings that not only stand but endure."
Steve nodded as he jotted down notes, making shorthand of what the professor was saying.
The professor continued, diving into the intricacies of load-bearing structures and materials and the importance of balancing aesthetics with functionality. The lecture hall buzzed with the shuffling of papers and the occasional click of a laptop keyboard as students engaged with the material.
Equations and diagrams transformed the board into a visual journey through the principles of structural stability.
"Consider the forces at play in a cantilevered structure," Professor Richardson explained, his hands gesturing to emphasize key points. "The distribution of loads is a delicate dance between form and function. Mastery of this dance separates an architect from a true architectural engineer."
Steve tried to absorb the information, sketching out diagrams in his notebook. He marveled at the blend of creativity and precision required in the field.
Forty-five minutes later, while the subject matter was undoubtedly important, Steve's attention wavered from Professor Richardson's lecture as he continuously glanced at the clock on the wall. The minutes felt like an eternity, his leg bouncing impatiently beneath the desk. The rhythmic ticking of the clock echoed in his ears. Amelia was picking him up after class, and the anticipation had him on edge.
He hadn't really heard a single word the professor said in the last fifteen minutes. His mind was already outside the classroom, wondering where Amelia was taking him.
Amelia, engrossed in her novel, casually mentioned, "I'll pick you up tomorrow after class. We need to make a stop before we meet your friends for dinner."
