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azurelunatic) wrote2002-06-05 01:24 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-06-05 01:24 pm
All in the Presentation
Slept in because Sheldon had cancelled class. Evidently Sheldon's class following mine (he's been sitting in with the Controls & Securities class, the one that Darkside has, the one with the really cute normal instructor, Sandstrom) cancelled the class on him. Word to the wise: if you give the class a choice of whether to hold class as normal or let them work on their senior projects? Senior projects get priority.
Darkside had a presentation today; he was therefore all spiffed up: charcoal grey suit, nice white shirt, professional type tie, hair back in ponytail, shaved. Looked remarkably non-scruffy.
I plotted to and succeeded in crashing Darkside's presentation. Informally and unobtrusively, of course. Came into classroom, sat down in the back row, looked very quiet.
Beforehand, I got the attention of one of Darkside's group members, and asked very quietly which room presentations were in today. "203", he replied.
"Oh, no," Darkside said. "You told her where we're going to be?" I grinned at him. "I'll just have Mr. Wright kick you out", he told me. Mr. Wright is the instructor for their project. I get on with him well. I grinned at him some more.
He knows my sense of humor and feared that I'd mess up his concentration by making faces at him or something. Dawn attempted to convince him otherwise, but as she's the sweet sort of person who has a hard time believing that any of her friends could do anything less than nice, Darkside remained unconvinced.
His presentation came off fairly well. Few people in his class group know him well enough to read how very nervous he was; his more outspoken group member expressed the thought to me that he might do well as a sales representative or something like that. Darkside? Sales rep? The two just don't go together.
The day before yesterday (the day before my birthday) was Darkside's dad's 50th birthday. Many jokes were made and much fun was had. According to Darkside, that is.
Dawn wanted to know was I all right, today. I still don't feel much like discussing the stuff about yesterday. That's odd, for me.
Darkside had a presentation today; he was therefore all spiffed up: charcoal grey suit, nice white shirt, professional type tie, hair back in ponytail, shaved. Looked remarkably non-scruffy.
I plotted to and succeeded in crashing Darkside's presentation. Informally and unobtrusively, of course. Came into classroom, sat down in the back row, looked very quiet.
Beforehand, I got the attention of one of Darkside's group members, and asked very quietly which room presentations were in today. "203", he replied.
"Oh, no," Darkside said. "You told her where we're going to be?" I grinned at him. "I'll just have Mr. Wright kick you out", he told me. Mr. Wright is the instructor for their project. I get on with him well. I grinned at him some more.
He knows my sense of humor and feared that I'd mess up his concentration by making faces at him or something. Dawn attempted to convince him otherwise, but as she's the sweet sort of person who has a hard time believing that any of her friends could do anything less than nice, Darkside remained unconvinced.
His presentation came off fairly well. Few people in his class group know him well enough to read how very nervous he was; his more outspoken group member expressed the thought to me that he might do well as a sales representative or something like that. Darkside? Sales rep? The two just don't go together.
The day before yesterday (the day before my birthday) was Darkside's dad's 50th birthday. Many jokes were made and much fun was had. According to Darkside, that is.
Dawn wanted to know was I all right, today. I still don't feel much like discussing the stuff about yesterday. That's odd, for me.