It's one of those large lecture halls, equipped with rolling blackboards, and flipping chairs. The attached desktops are always too small to write anything on, so we just never use them. We are in the same class, and we are sitting next to each other. The professor is saying something, who knows what, when was the last time anyone paid any attention in college classes.
He has his one leg folded and ankle put on the other knee, providing him with a flat surface when he put his clip board on it. He's doodling something on it. I guess another brilliant idea. He has tons of those.
The prof has stopped talking. The faceless people are gradually disappearing from the lecture hall, making it seem even larger and more empty. He's still doodling, I'm still sitting next to him.
I ask him what it is. He starts explaining. Of course I think it's brilliant, so I admiringly agree.
"But", he stops, tilts his head, knots his forehead a little and points the eraser end of the pencil on some parts of the doodling, "we are gonna need data on this, this, and that".
"Yea, I can get that for you" -- naturally, I'm already thinking about how I would collect the data in the most efficient manner, so to impress him enough for him to think that, with training, I might just become his right hand.
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Apparently, I aspire to be Daniel Wu's marketing research assistant in my dream. Can anyone hook me up with that job? =P
