As an engineering student walking in campus, you’re given a handout by a middle age man on the sidewalk. The handout read “Challenge on French Translation”. Out of boredom after the final exam, you pull out Google Translate and ChatGPT to kill the time.
A week later, dean of school called. From this point on, you’re given the honor and responsibility to translate French for him. It turned out, the old man that day was the dean. Your engineering background does not seem odd, instead makes you a genius.
New semester begins, you work the way between dean’s work and school work. Feeling honored and a sense of proudness inside. Then your professor called. He always has the tendency to ask you to write his paper for him. This time is no different. What can you do? After all, he decides if you graduate or not.
Tangle turns into strangle. You struggle to find priority between the dean, the school work, and the professor. You tried pulling long nights, but it’s too much to endure.
Painfully admit the defeat, you asked the professor about dealing with the dean’s work.
“You should tell him.” Was his conclusion.
You went to the dean for advice.
“It’s not that difficult.” Was his reply.
It’s a warm summer. The proud feeling seems to be a feeling long ago. Am I a good engineer? Do I have the talent in French? Your identity and self recognition is fuzzling.
