Having class with the industrial engineering students at my college is like going through purgatory in Dante’s Divine Comedy. Even in a relatively basic class about manufacturing techniques.
Not to pretend I’m better than them, I know nothing of human resources, or like the other business administration courses they take and focus more on.
Teacher: Do any of you know how wings are attached to the fuselage of airplanes?
Other industrials: Ah yes, riveted... of course.
Me: what do you mean rivets?
I.E. : Yeah, like, wings, they’re full of rivets.
Me: Yes, of course. On the fucking surface that is.