Back in my college days I worked as a consultant in the university computer lab. Mostly this entailed helping people with simple things and giving them their printouts. Most times, things were pretty simple.
And then there was the Little Greek Dude (LGD) as we called him. English was not his native language and and he was hard to understand. It didn't help htat he was about as smart as moss.
To log in you typed in your account which would be your class (CSC138) followed by your six digit student number. This was posted between every monitor. This was a time before we had PCs. These were simple monitors and keyboards connected to the VAX and Unix systems.
Day after day, the LGD couldn't figure out how to log in. In desperation, my roommate wrote him a step by step guide on how to log in including exactly what to enter including his username and password. This worked great until the day the paper was lost. He came back because he couldn't log in. He couldn't remember his password. When we went to reset his password he was overheard to say that he didn't understand. He always used his first name as the password. Apparently he'd forgotten his first name.
But the best LGD story came from the time I was working the output room handing out student's printouts. There were only two of us. Myself, who wasn't supposed to leave the output room and my roommate who was working in the front part of the lab.
I'm sitting there, minding my own business, probably playing a MUD when the LGD shows up with his textbook in hand. He proclaims that the program on page 42 doesn't work.
I look at the book. Its a short program, perhaps 15 lines of code. It is sample code that the students are supposed to type in exactly as it appears so they can see what a properly working program does. It looks pretty straight forward so I ask what's wrong. This is not his first programming class.
He tells me it doesn't work.
Why?
It doesn't work.
Okay...what seems to be the problem?
It doesn't work.
We go around and around with me trying to get some nugget of useful information from him. Is it compiling okay? Does he get an error when trying to run it.
He keeps saying that, "Program page 42 doesn't work."
After 10 minutes of trying to understand what his problem is it finally dawns on me what is going on.
He is typing in "run program page 42" into the command line and getting an error. Trying to contain my laughter, I try to explain that he can't just type that in. He has type the program in as it appears in the book, compile it and run it. He stares at me as if I've grown a 2nd head. Which it may have looked like as I think my brain just about exploded.
I try a different tact explaining that if he typed in "run program page 42" the computer would have no idea what book it was supposed to be referencing. Again, he looks like I've got some abnormal growth on my person. After two or three minutes of this he finally wanders away toward the front with a confused look on his face.
My guess that he is going to talk to my roommate is confirmed a short time later when he came back with a look of exasperation on his face asking, "Why did you send him to me."
I don't know what happened to him. I can't imagine he ever finished his Computer Science degree.
And then there was the Little Greek Dude (LGD) as we called him. English was not his native language and and he was hard to understand. It didn't help htat he was about as smart as moss.
To log in you typed in your account which would be your class (CSC138) followed by your six digit student number. This was posted between every monitor. This was a time before we had PCs. These were simple monitors and keyboards connected to the VAX and Unix systems.
Day after day, the LGD couldn't figure out how to log in. In desperation, my roommate wrote him a step by step guide on how to log in including exactly what to enter including his username and password. This worked great until the day the paper was lost. He came back because he couldn't log in. He couldn't remember his password. When we went to reset his password he was overheard to say that he didn't understand. He always used his first name as the password. Apparently he'd forgotten his first name.
But the best LGD story came from the time I was working the output room handing out student's printouts. There were only two of us. Myself, who wasn't supposed to leave the output room and my roommate who was working in the front part of the lab.
I'm sitting there, minding my own business, probably playing a MUD when the LGD shows up with his textbook in hand. He proclaims that the program on page 42 doesn't work.
I look at the book. Its a short program, perhaps 15 lines of code. It is sample code that the students are supposed to type in exactly as it appears so they can see what a properly working program does. It looks pretty straight forward so I ask what's wrong. This is not his first programming class.
He tells me it doesn't work.
Why?
It doesn't work.
Okay...what seems to be the problem?
It doesn't work.
We go around and around with me trying to get some nugget of useful information from him. Is it compiling okay? Does he get an error when trying to run it.
He keeps saying that, "Program page 42 doesn't work."
After 10 minutes of trying to understand what his problem is it finally dawns on me what is going on.
He is typing in "run program page 42" into the command line and getting an error. Trying to contain my laughter, I try to explain that he can't just type that in. He has type the program in as it appears in the book, compile it and run it. He stares at me as if I've grown a 2nd head. Which it may have looked like as I think my brain just about exploded.
I try a different tact explaining that if he typed in "run program page 42" the computer would have no idea what book it was supposed to be referencing. Again, he looks like I've got some abnormal growth on my person. After two or three minutes of this he finally wanders away toward the front with a confused look on his face.
My guess that he is going to talk to my roommate is confirmed a short time later when he came back with a look of exasperation on his face asking, "Why did you send him to me."
I don't know what happened to him. I can't imagine he ever finished his Computer Science degree.



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