This was a required journal entry I had to write for an engineering project that kind of got out of hand:
We began by attempting to solve the persistent conveyor frame problem, but the endeavor was fruitless. In the end we elected to scrap our frame altogether, in favor of a newer, stronger, more modern, and more versatile version. We used square aluminum pipe as joints and large threaded rods as the framework for the conveyor. We said goodbye to our low budget dream plan, with some regret I might add. After some discussion, we opted to use rubber wheels to support the belt itself, rather than other, more superfluous and benign methods we had pondered. I began work on the scoops themselves, and was pleasantly surprised that my simple prototypes were quite effective. The belt we had purchased was a bit too wide, so we cut it in half. Using duct tape to secure the belt to the frame, we began some test runs down at the marble quarry. The machine operated wonderfully. We watched with ecstasy as our plans came to light. Well done, I thought. well done indeed. The old Professor stumbled forth, smelling of his mid day scotch, and congratulated our collaborative effort. “You lads are the first I’ve seen in the testing phase! Good show!,” he cheered. We offered our thanks and he shambled away to the lecture hall, presumably to reminisce about his youth.
Several chaps from the lecture stepped forward to see what all the commotion was about. We proudly displayed our invention. The depth of our superior thought process became apparent as we eyed their archaic devices through the dusty sun-drenched air: Archimedes screws and wooden contraptions lined the shelves and benches. I twisted my moustache between my fingertips anxiously, for a sinister thought had entered into my mind’s eye. The invention would not be safe in the midst of these gentlemen. Someone was surely searing with jealousy and rage at the shear perfection of our creation. It would be smashed to a small pile of rubbish by first light, this I knew for sure. So it was that we elected to take it with us.
Later that night, I sat in my room, tired from the day’s events. As I sipped my whiskey and shut my eyes, I became dimly aware of the work that lay before me. Would the invention come to complete and utter fruition? Or would one of our competitors snub us?, as Edison had done to Tesla some years before. Only time would tell, I thought to myself.
My roommate Samuel had been listening intently to a sporting game being broadcast live. In his hand he held some exotic brew. Seeing my interest, he offered me a trade, which I graciously accepted. Life was simple now, I thought, enjoying the rich ale. “To be young!” my uncle had exclaimed when I was a young lad, and now I understood. Ah, to be young…