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New semester, new seminar. I stumble gloomily through the entrance, having completely lost my balance thanks to my backpack, which I’m, of course, only carrying over one shoulder. I look around and see the expectant faces of the aspiring whatever-they’re-called students. Such a first day is certainly exciting for some, after all, seeing so many new faces all at once. Maybe there are new friends among them, maybe even the love of your life, and in the worst-case scenario, one of these losers will inevitably become your project partner.

What I see, however, are mostly insignificant pairs of glasses behind a multitude of even more insignificant MacBooks. Pathetic. The distaste seems to be written all over my face, because I receive the same stares back. Huffing and puffing, I take a seat in the back right corner. With all my strength, I try to wrestle my old, heavy gaming laptop out of my backpack like Excalibur. I yank, pull, heave, my face already flushing red, before I finally manage to slam the heavy thing onto the table with a loud “thump.” The sound wave of the impact surges through the rows like a tsunami, making the tables rock, racing towards the windows, which rattle and creak until one finally cracks, subtly hinting that this can’t be the end of it. My classmates look around in terror, almost sensing what kind of biblical demon has been summoned there by black magic. Slowly, I move my finger to the start button and have to watch as the others’ mouths widen and widen. Then the monster’s ventilation system kicks in. Leaves fly everywhere, lips and braces wobble, and if you didn’t know better, you’d think an F-18 Hornet was taking off in the room. I look up at the faces distorted by the violent airflow. What noobs.

Now it’s time for my password to Pandora’s box. A girl jumps up to stop me from typing it, but I just look at her as I no-look hammer in the letter and number combination, and just before she flies in in slow motion, I hit the enter key with a nonchalant grin. The ventilation rattles louder and louder, and the ventilation hurricane creates hurricane-like conditions, sending any loose materials flying around the room like projectiles. Screaming students cling to the tables, fearing for their lives, if they’re still standing on the floor. A girl flies shrieking through a shattered window. “That should do for now,” I think, and try to shut down the laptop again, but my homemade whirlwind is now so strong that I can no longer reach the power button. Gritting my teeth, I try to fight it, but my trembling fingers just can’t reach the damn button.

Shit, it’s too strong. The monster is alive, and I created it.

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