This one may run long, the punchline is at the end though. True story. (gods, how often do we hear that?)
We're in an introduction to computing class. Stupid thing that, here you have some guys who've been coding for years having to take that due to a tech school requirement. What's worse, they wouldn't let anyone just get credit for it. So, one day, the instructor stands up and asks the following question: "What are the home keys for?" To which I, and a few other students reply "Well, they're fdsajkl;" She looks at us and says quickly. "no. You're wrong." Of course this prompts some stares and Wes turns to me saying "What has she got? A polish keyboard?" The instructor seems to hear him say that, turning to him and asking. "What are the home keys for?" He repeats the usual fdsa... To which she again replies "No. you're wrong." Meh? After a few seconds, she turns to the huge screen and with her neat little remote like mousey thing says "The home keys are found at the top of your browser. They're usually shaped like a little house. See?"
Recognition dawns on many of us in the class. Not home keys. Home button. She must have been lumping back, Forward, and stop in with that. Ah....so she's not an idiot.
Turning back to the class, she says to Wes. "You're supposedly a programmer. What does this button do?" Wes smiles. "Sends you to your homepage." Again, she shakes her head, this time saying smugly. "No. you're wrong." WTF?
Looking back to the screen, she begins this lecture about how that button will send you to the first place you visit. So, if you ever get lost you can go there. It can't be changed either, so you never have to worry about getting lost. Just click that little house and you'll go right back to where you started.
uh....no.
Wes looks up at her and then me and he starts to giggle. That laugh spreads, starting on one side of our table and working its way around as it dawns on each of us what she just said. Correction. Instructor IS an idiot.
Turning to look at us, she gets upset (understandably so) "What's so funny? Come on, tell me. If it's enough to make you laugh, maybe it will make the rest of us laugh." Wes takes a second to compose himself, and says with tears in his eyes. "No. You're wrong."
Planting her hands on her hips, the Instructor rounds on him. "What do you mean I'm wrong? I'm the teacher here, you're the student!"
Wes shrugs. "You're still wrong." He then explains that the home button goes to the site you set as your homepage, but that it's not permanent, can change; and even some spywares will change it. The instructor says he's wrong, to which Wes has the balls to say "Prove it."
So, the challenge has been made.
She goes through the motions, starting on the college's website and then ends up at yahoo or something else. Clicks home and it goes back to the college website. Turning to Wes she smirks. "So, prove me wrong smarty pants."
Wes steps up, sets the homepage to google, then starts on the college website. he goes to the same pages she did and then looks at her. "If I click this, it's going to send me, you say back to the college site." he clicks and it goes to google. She gets flustered and tries several times, once even saying to the class "now this will send me back to the college's website." It never does. Google all the way.
After a minute or two of this, the instructor bursts into tears and leaves the room. Wes is triumphant, and the whole story is recorded in the annals of history.
But, what of the punchline you ask? Ah grasshopper. It's a double one for you.
1.) The instructor supposedly held a masters degree in website design and computer science.
2.) Wes was the night time instructor for the course. HE had turned down her day time job to get the night one; but due to some wonkiness with the college (as stated earlier) he still had to take the course.
We're in an introduction to computing class. Stupid thing that, here you have some guys who've been coding for years having to take that due to a tech school requirement. What's worse, they wouldn't let anyone just get credit for it. So, one day, the instructor stands up and asks the following question: "What are the home keys for?" To which I, and a few other students reply "Well, they're fdsajkl;" She looks at us and says quickly. "no. You're wrong." Of course this prompts some stares and Wes turns to me saying "What has she got? A polish keyboard?" The instructor seems to hear him say that, turning to him and asking. "What are the home keys for?" He repeats the usual fdsa... To which she again replies "No. you're wrong." Meh? After a few seconds, she turns to the huge screen and with her neat little remote like mousey thing says "The home keys are found at the top of your browser. They're usually shaped like a little house. See?"
Recognition dawns on many of us in the class. Not home keys. Home button. She must have been lumping back, Forward, and stop in with that. Ah....so she's not an idiot.
Turning back to the class, she says to Wes. "You're supposedly a programmer. What does this button do?" Wes smiles. "Sends you to your homepage." Again, she shakes her head, this time saying smugly. "No. you're wrong." WTF?
Looking back to the screen, she begins this lecture about how that button will send you to the first place you visit. So, if you ever get lost you can go there. It can't be changed either, so you never have to worry about getting lost. Just click that little house and you'll go right back to where you started.
uh....no.
Wes looks up at her and then me and he starts to giggle. That laugh spreads, starting on one side of our table and working its way around as it dawns on each of us what she just said. Correction. Instructor IS an idiot.
Turning to look at us, she gets upset (understandably so) "What's so funny? Come on, tell me. If it's enough to make you laugh, maybe it will make the rest of us laugh." Wes takes a second to compose himself, and says with tears in his eyes. "No. You're wrong."
Planting her hands on her hips, the Instructor rounds on him. "What do you mean I'm wrong? I'm the teacher here, you're the student!"
Wes shrugs. "You're still wrong." He then explains that the home button goes to the site you set as your homepage, but that it's not permanent, can change; and even some spywares will change it. The instructor says he's wrong, to which Wes has the balls to say "Prove it."
So, the challenge has been made.
She goes through the motions, starting on the college's website and then ends up at yahoo or something else. Clicks home and it goes back to the college website. Turning to Wes she smirks. "So, prove me wrong smarty pants."
Wes steps up, sets the homepage to google, then starts on the college website. he goes to the same pages she did and then looks at her. "If I click this, it's going to send me, you say back to the college site." he clicks and it goes to google. She gets flustered and tries several times, once even saying to the class "now this will send me back to the college's website." It never does. Google all the way.
After a minute or two of this, the instructor bursts into tears and leaves the room. Wes is triumphant, and the whole story is recorded in the annals of history.
But, what of the punchline you ask? Ah grasshopper. It's a double one for you.
1.) The instructor supposedly held a masters degree in website design and computer science.
2.) Wes was the night time instructor for the course. HE had turned down her day time job to get the night one; but due to some wonkiness with the college (as stated earlier) he still had to take the course.
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