oh my goodness... i can die. the group's presentation is so scrappy it disgusting. the lead presenter is in a worn out faded polo-tee. his hair is obviously not groomed and i mean not groomed, not even the "out of bed" look. it IS the out of bed look.
the other presenter is not too far behind. he's holding an a4 size paper (HIS SCRIPT) in his hand and he's OBVIOUSLY reading from it.. like bloody hell.
the powerpoint slides live up to their makers. they have pictures covering the words! like what the fuck. an obvious display of lack of preparation. like OH MY BLOODY FLAMING BALLS.
the class is half empty. no, not half full as there is not enough people to form up half a class. so half empty is a fairer estimate.
i think the prof hates their idea. they're being shot down so many times. it's like flys flying into a venus flytrap. sheep to the slaughter. wait. lambs? their presentation should be renamed, "the silence of the lambs"
thank god it's over. over in the time it took me to write this.
This is the second coming of the return of the rise of the revivial of the resurrection of the... Okay, you should be getting the drift by now.
Saturday, February 04, 2006
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