Pride and joy.

Last night I was proud and egomaniacal once again (I know, when will it stop...).
I was invited to present my graduation project for a classroom in college, from one of the professors who I liked very much.
It was fun, although I was pretty nervous. I didn't want anyone sleeping. I tried to direct the whole presentation towards them, since they are in the "creative" division, like I have been once, I know they'd get bored to tears if I started presenting every single marketing detail, graph and number. So me and Gushiken tried to be as informal and quick as possible.

There were some funny things along the way. I did an impression of the teacher who invited me to present, since it's one of my favorite things to do in life (it's irresistible, the guy is SUCH a character). Luckily he had enough sense of humour to laugh it off and not kick my ass... the other funny thing was to realize that I'm not there anymore, I don't owe any reverence to anyone there; not only do I not have to live with all those fucking yuppies around, I kept noticing how the classroom is divided into very defined sectors.

There are those who don't give a flying fuck, and have to show everyone else they don't care; there are those who are interested and quiet all the time, participate now and then; and there are those who are right up front, who want to show you how they understood every single word you pronounced. As the person in front of the blackboard, I can tell you those up front are the ones who make you feel the most relaxed, because they're your immediate termometer. Of course, you must pay attention to the rest and try to get them to respond too.

I mean, maybe this all sounds more like middle school than college, but that's the thing. Most colleges I know are like that, except for the big State Colleges, with all the respectable scholars. And with no money at all. Students likewise.

I've been invited to return which I will gladly do twice more. After that, I need to get paid, hehe.