INYOUWE TRUST
The board pen squeaked unpleasantly upon the whiteboard. Mr Hirsch was unsettled by the noise and would have much preferred to use a black board instead, as was more typical in prestigious college lecture halls. However,Mr Hirsch was used to settling for less as this was common with the under-appreciated intellectual. His hand faltered in the drawing of an otherwise flawless wave upon an x and y axis. Mr Hirsch closed his eyes in frustration. The source of his error was the ruckus which had erupted within the room. How could a set of pupils possibly be this disruptive during a lecture? He pressed his free hand up to his forehead where he held it in desperation for a few seconds, and then a couple of seconds further for good measure. Nobody took note of his blatant sign for calm. Enough was enough. Mr Hirsch shouted, ‘Listen up now. I am here to teach and you are here to learn. Everyone be quiet!’ A sudden silence pervaded the room. However, it was more out of shock than respect for the man.Mr Hirsch continued, ‘Alright. We’ll start at the very basics. Can anyone please identify what this wave is supposed to represent, given the properties stated?’ He looked around the individual faces of his pupils, the future of our society; there was nothing. Not even a single spark of intelligence in the room. Every face was blank. Mr Hirsch duly believed he could leave an impression upon these blank slates, an impression in his own image. He was effectively a modern- day explorer, a pioneer into the unknown. He had reached the pinnacle of academic knowledge and then climbed still further. One might have asked him what he was doing lecturing in that room and Mr Hirsch would have explained that he was no self-centred man; he would much rather have spread his
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