I pace the stage as I speak, nervous energy making it impossible to stand still. Students swivel their heads as they follow my pacing. All eyes are riveted on me and it doesn’t help my anxiety.
I’m a professor by trade and usually I have a love of lecturing, but today I’m filling in for a colleague and speaking on a topic unfamiliar to me, hence the stress.
“Any 12V appliance can be plugged into a normal household electronic outlet,” I explain.
A hand rose in the front row and a student replies, “Sir, I don’t think that is correct.”
I was challenged by Jessica's Quill (Medium Writer) to write a drabble of the word 'outlet'.
Wikipedia defines a drabble as follows :
A drabble is a short work of fiction of precisely one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity, testing the author's ability to express interesting and meaningful ideas in a confined space.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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Comments (3)
See, I don't even know that. If I was there, I would have just nodded my head and believed it when he said that 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Yep, I once fried my roommate's computer in a similar manner, back when they left it possible to use the wrong cord to plug in.
That was quite good and fits the prompt perfectly. I'm left wondering what the professor's response would be. 🤔