Uni Goes and Goes

Anon.

I'm sitting tepid training room at the ABS listening to some guy prattling on about the integration of several statistical systems none of which I can operate anyway. People seem to be asking questions designed to signify their own knowledge. One guy in particular, underlines every second word with uncharacteristically (for the ABS) flamboyant hand gestures. And I, in turn, am only writing this to prevent my eyes from drooping shut and to appear to be interested. I look up every few seconds with this in mind.

Thoughts about what I have to do this afternoon filter into my mind every so often and pass on without ever being sorted exactly. Like some shadow of a dark cloud. Very Melbourne imagery: Haydre [?] would write a list to make some sense of it. I'd rather revel in the sense of impending doom. I'm really not in synch with this place today. Everyone seems a little bit evil. Earlier someone had the audacity to ask what an acronym meant. Michael Philosoph [?] barked at him and the room joined in a hearty laugh at this [.]

Uni goes and goes. Pete pulled out - just when I had a friend the carpet gets pulled from underneath me. Pr. Umi gave me an H3 for my (rather excellent) presentation. She said I was a bit casual. I wonder if she thinks it's wrong not to bore one's audience to tears. She said I should have used Powerpoint. I did but it didn't work. She said many students hadn't used media releases and clippings as support material. I sat smugly thinking about how I had. Then she said I hadn't either. I began to wonder if she'd actually seen it.

 

This story was found on a piece of paper inside a book. It was previously printed in Total Cardboard issue 4. For more see www.totalcardboard.com