foreign Teaching Assistant (T.A.)
from Iceland and I were in some
weird kind of global sync. I would see him
in the most out of the way places. I could be at Stand Up Franks, and
he would walk in with his friends. We might be at Minnehaha
Falls, and I would see him. Really weird. He was the T.A. for
an assembly language class I took. Lab time to actually program your
assignments was pretty scarce. I worked, which complicated things.
The end of the quarter was approaching and my final program still
needed to be written. So I asked the T.A. what the chances were that
the key to the computer room would fall out of his pocket. He
said they might, but that if I got caught I would have to say
I stole them. That's fair. So I enlisted a classmate and
at midnight we crossed Northrop Mall and proceeded to the building
where the computer lab was housed. Lo and behold, the lights
of the computer lab were on! Someone was inside doing a little
wee-hour programming of their own. So I knocked. A guy cracked
the door open, told us we couldn't come in, and shut it. Talk
about an opportunity to make new friends totally shot to hell!
Actually, it really angered me. We are all supposed to be
in this together. Another T.A. had given these three guys the
key; we caught them: they should have opened up.
As it was, I opened the door with my key and gave them the
dirtiest look I could muster. I didn't get my assignment done
anyway, so working that night didn't improve my grade. The
best grades were earned by a girl and her friends whose dad
had this very same software at his work. In the mid-eighties,
I guess you had to be creative to get those A's.