While Studying

I chose the incorrect "control process 3." It was the one with whom he handled during the first semester. I would have seen the MEC 521 instead of the MEC 522, which was the second semester version, if I had looked closely. However, the Robotics were flawless! At the very least, I didn't have to worry about another course. I'll occasionally take it out of my box and, with a smile on my face, read through the questions once more. They were difficult questions that required the use of two or three different text books to answer.

On the paper, there were six questions with five possible answers. So far, I've discovered potential solutions to four of the problems. The other two were his signature questions from his much-rumored Indian text book. It was also rumored that the text book was out of print and that he was the only one who had it. However, no one knew the title of this text book. I wasn't surrounded by those people. I'm good to go if I can answer four out of five questions correctly. On one of those days, I was returning from the library, tucking in the plain sheets I used to answer those four questions, when Samuel, my roommate, walked up to me.

"My cousin Odili will arrive tomorrow." "All right," I said. He seemed overly serious, and I wondered if it was just a visit from his cousin that was bothering him. "Where is he serving?" I inquired. "which service? He's been in the house the whole time. He claimed to have a carryover that allowed him to work an extra year. He wishes to remain here and write it. He stated, "It's only one course." Odili was one of my senior course mates. I met him through my roommate; he was in the same class as me. When he was in school, I would collect lecture notes, text books, and exam practice questions from him.

He was a good student who helped me understand what to expect from each lecture and course. "Of course, no worries." It was nothing major. At the very least, it is only for the exam. I can always go to Rita's if it gets too crowded. "What course is he rewriting?" I inquired. "I'm not sure. It has something to do with the movie Robo-cop! "I don't even know what you guys are studying in that department," Samuel continued. He was studying Government and Public Administration; for him, life begins and ends with his studies. You must not begin an argument with him about the relevance of courses. He will always triumph over you!

"You know that the only time you can apply what you learned in school is when the government provides you with a conducive environment," he began his never-ending speech about how his course is the real deal! "You and your oil companies will only survive if we say so." If you continue to irritate us, we will enact an environmental law prohibiting the exploration of oil in this country, and you will be washing dishes at Iya Basira restaurant." I laughed at his joke. It is common for men to limit an engineer's options to only oil fields. I've tried numerous times to educate him on engineers' versatility.