They are among us. We see them every day as we walk across campus, and usually they are quite easy to identify. Many of us know one, sometimes even two. We hear there are a lot of them at The Ohio State University, but for some reason they rarely make it into actual social circles.
I speak, of course, of those brilliant engineers. Using terms like �thermo� and �dynamics.� Often they put these words together in a blatant attempt to sound even more intelligent. This is not to say that they can spell such words, but I�m sure they could make up one hell of an equation to prove their existence.
But imagine, for just a moment, the contrast and conflict that would arise from putting one of these driven, detail-oriented, verbally challenged enginerds in the same living space with a contemplative, big-picture, verbally-gifted humanities major. Throw in a midget and you�ve got yourself a reality show.
Among the 97th class of Sphinx, we have had the unique opportunity of meeting two such engineers. I have had the even more unique opportunity of living with both of them. Now, I must admit that I initially intended this submission to be a great parody on engineering stereotypes. Then I figured it would be funny enough to just convey a few anecdotes. It�s not like they would be able to retaliate by revealing stories about me.
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Did you visit the 2nd floor of the Honors House on either Monday, March 1st or Tuesday, March 2nd? If not, you missed a remarkable scene. You may be imagining a tray overflowing with SPHINX applications as applicants rush up the stairs, manila envelopes in hand. Yes, that was part of the scene. But the part I�m focusing on was beneath the mediocre office supply of a tray in which some applications were placed. The part of the scene that interested me was� the box.
�The box?� you may be asking yourself. �What box? SPHINX doesn�t have a box. Does SPHINX have a box?� As of February 28th, 2004, SPHINX has a box. However, a bigger question remains. Why does SPHINX have a box? Well, it just so happens that the Thursday before applications were due, your Sergeant-At-Arms, Mr. Robert Tate received a suggestion that, in future years, it might give applicants some peace of mind to be able to place their applications in a locked box rather than a tray. Robert it agreed this was a good idea and said he�d make a note of it for the 98th Sarg.
Then Robert built a box.
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