at which degree

The fire truck. He hadn't been expecting that.

Then again, he hadn't been expecting the fire either, and that's what usually precedes the fire truck.

"What happened, sir?"

"The damn fuse box blew," he grumbles, shooting nasty looks at the crowd that had gathered.

The fireman arches an eyebrow. "Fuse boxes don't blow, sir."

"What are you, the semantics police?" he spits, grimacing. "A fuse, alright? I blew a goddamn fuse."

Jesus Christ.

The next day, he walks to the front of the classroom, introduces himself as co-chair of the engineering department and says, "Welcome to Microelectronic Devices and Circuits."