Great!

Research Program

So great, in fact, that you score a research position in Dr Hamza's laboratory. His work deals with programming and optimizing operations in nanobots-- tiny devices not even visible to the naked eye. It's been proposed by academics that one day, nanotechnology could become instrumental in the treatment of disease and other human ailments. Such technological wizardry could usher in a new age of man, one in which the inadequacies of the human body could be corrected by the limitless potential of the human mind.

Despite your brilliance in the field, you're pretty damn lucky to attain a student research position in only your first semester as an electrical engineer. Luck has nothing to do with it, though, according to Dr Hamza, who is very pleased with your work.

Uday, however, isn't faring as well. He's barely passing his exams and he spends a lot of time trying to catch up and -keep- up. Consequently, Uday has been particularly needy lately, in terms of study help. Being roommates, it's hard not to oblige.

Meanwhile, Dr Hamza has noticed you spending considerably less time in the lab recently, and he calls you into his office to ask you why.

"I'm sorry, Dr Hamza," you say, "but I've been spending a lot of time helping out my roommate with your class."

Your mentor takes a sip of his coffee. "I see. And this 'Uday' is really so much more important than our work here?" Hamza's always been pushy, but this sounds a little personal. Maybe his cup o joe's a tad too strong.

"Listen good," he says, thrusting his finger at you. "You can help your friend, but you should know when to help yourself. There are plenty of undergrads who'd kill to get where you are now. You're just lucky that I didn't have a graduate student in your place cuz that's who should've got it. Get your priorities straight." With that he sends you out.

You just got yelled at. Basically he said to get your ass in gear, and Uday's out on the street. "get your priorities straight," he said.