Bathroom Monologue: Consternation

Every student who aspires to genius runs into this. What’s worse than reinventing the wheel? Inventing this round thing that is great for rolling, putting all your time and soul into it, and showing it to a professor only for him to take you out on the street and point underneath all the cars. Except what Renoir painted and Balzac wrote isn’t rotating under every motor vehicle. It’s initially the responsibility of the professor to inform, but eventually it becomes the terror of the aspiring genius that not merely the wheel, but the suspension, the steel frame, crumple zones, dashboard display and passenger cup holders have already been written.