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azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-02 03:41 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2002-10-02 03:41 pm
Poor Darkside!
Darkside's presentation was today.
Someone set them up the bomb.
Actually, what happened was that they did work their collective tails off on the speech -- individually. So, when it came time for them to do it together, it fell apart. It started out all right, though Darkside was visibly nervous (to the rest of the class, not just to my perceptions; I wasn't even there.) The first thing in the falling apart was the slide show. I am guessing that it was Darkside who was running the slide show. For whatever reason, the way the slide had already advanced past the point that Innocentio was talking about threw Innocentio off, and he went on a fifteen-minute tangent about stuff that the rest of the group had no clue about what he was talking about. Innocentio turned the podium over to Outspoken Guy (have not yet managed to catch his name), who was thrown off quite a bit. This, in turn, fazed the already-nervous Darkside to the point where the one-paragraph conclusion was thrown to the winds. And it all came tumbling down.
Darkside, who doesn't drink, expressed the idea that he would search for a beer when he got home. I offered that there were some in our fridge. "I don't drink," he said.
You don't hug an upset introvert. Instead, I started cracking jokes about how it could have been worse. Unfortunately, all I could think up was Darkside's being dressed in ripped jeans and a nasty, oil-stained shirt rather in his nice suit, or someone throwing up on the instructor.
Unfortunately, this teacher is the one who grades with a red pen of titanium, and grades those of the male pursuasion worse. Darkside's entire group was male. As if it couldn't get any worse!
Dawn will give him hugs tomorrow.
Someone set them up the bomb.
Actually, what happened was that they did work their collective tails off on the speech -- individually. So, when it came time for them to do it together, it fell apart. It started out all right, though Darkside was visibly nervous (to the rest of the class, not just to my perceptions; I wasn't even there.) The first thing in the falling apart was the slide show. I am guessing that it was Darkside who was running the slide show. For whatever reason, the way the slide had already advanced past the point that Innocentio was talking about threw Innocentio off, and he went on a fifteen-minute tangent about stuff that the rest of the group had no clue about what he was talking about. Innocentio turned the podium over to Outspoken Guy (have not yet managed to catch his name), who was thrown off quite a bit. This, in turn, fazed the already-nervous Darkside to the point where the one-paragraph conclusion was thrown to the winds. And it all came tumbling down.
Darkside, who doesn't drink, expressed the idea that he would search for a beer when he got home. I offered that there were some in our fridge. "I don't drink," he said.
You don't hug an upset introvert. Instead, I started cracking jokes about how it could have been worse. Unfortunately, all I could think up was Darkside's being dressed in ripped jeans and a nasty, oil-stained shirt rather in his nice suit, or someone throwing up on the instructor.
Unfortunately, this teacher is the one who grades with a red pen of titanium, and grades those of the male pursuasion worse. Darkside's entire group was male. As if it couldn't get any worse!
Dawn will give him hugs tomorrow.
another speedbump in the road of academia
Granted, whenever he asked me this, it would always piss me off for a couple of minutes, but you know how 17 year olds are (especially the insecure introverts who couldn't see the forest for the trees, like me).
if that approach fails, have someone puke on the instructor. It's much more amusing anyway. :)
Re: another speedbump in the road of academia
...I love his silly ass, even if he's being grouchy.
Re: another speedbump in the road of academia
Re: another speedbump in the road of academia
From a notecard:
Patted him on shoulder and said I'd see him tomorrow.
the other guys beckoned me over to hear their side of it. Very consistent. I was just gathered into their group. Odd how that happens.
Innocentio went off on a tangent and lost them; the next guy got lost; and [] threw in the towel.