Like sands through the hourglass...
During the cold and desolate second semester of 2004, at a bleak university, in a small broom closet that doubled as a tutorial room, four young people came together to form a group.
Comprising of Matt, Gary, Nicole (not their real names) and myself, the group came together to work on a Marketing assignment.
Gary was a very polite Indian guy, who was an astute and dedicated student.
Nicole was a pretty and alarmingly well spoken Taiwanese girl, who was on exchange.
Matt was a normal, average suburban guy who played in a band, not dissimilar to myself (apart from the band bit).
Everyone got long really well, and the group set itself towards collating information, and drafting a 4500 word marketing report.
After a few group meetings, Matt and myself both noticed that Nicole and Gary seemed pretty friendly, like, matey friendly. This in itself isn't that important, but you probably couldn't get two more diametrically opposed people who could be friends. Although, University has a tendency of doing this, people are thrown in tutes together often resulting in a United Nations style mixes of students, creating friendships that traverse a rainbow of.... nationalities.
Matt is a very articulate and classicly apathetic about University guy, although he still shows up. We got along well and spent most of our time lamenting the fact we didn't sit next to the two hot scandinavian girls during the first tute, thus denying us the opportunity to spend numerous hours oggling two gorgeous, tall, blonde, tanned Norwegians with poor English skills.
As we got closer and closer to the end of the semester, and hence, closer to the due date - we had more and more of these hastily organised, increasingly paniced and poorly orchestrated meetings. As is the nature of the group assignment, emails started been fired around.
Gary authored one email which included the phrase, "Myself and Nicole will work on the assignment on Saturday." Personally, I was shocked that anyone worked on an assignment on a Saturday, but group work? Fuck off. The following Wednesday myself and Matt caught up in our tute.
Matt: "Hey did you see that they worked on it on Saturday?"
The Student: "Yes, YES!!! What the fuck was with that?"
Matt: "I dunno man, they're friends or some shit."
The Student: "You don't reckon he's.... getting into her do you?"
Matt: *laughs* "Nah.... nah."
Eventually we got the assignment done, and following the exam at the end of the semester we all walked out together and lameted our shitful attention to study and impossibly poor mark on the assignment.
To be continued...
Comprising of Matt, Gary, Nicole (not their real names) and myself, the group came together to work on a Marketing assignment.
Gary was a very polite Indian guy, who was an astute and dedicated student.
Nicole was a pretty and alarmingly well spoken Taiwanese girl, who was on exchange.
Matt was a normal, average suburban guy who played in a band, not dissimilar to myself (apart from the band bit).
Everyone got long really well, and the group set itself towards collating information, and drafting a 4500 word marketing report.
After a few group meetings, Matt and myself both noticed that Nicole and Gary seemed pretty friendly, like, matey friendly. This in itself isn't that important, but you probably couldn't get two more diametrically opposed people who could be friends. Although, University has a tendency of doing this, people are thrown in tutes together often resulting in a United Nations style mixes of students, creating friendships that traverse a rainbow of.... nationalities.
Matt is a very articulate and classicly apathetic about University guy, although he still shows up. We got along well and spent most of our time lamenting the fact we didn't sit next to the two hot scandinavian girls during the first tute, thus denying us the opportunity to spend numerous hours oggling two gorgeous, tall, blonde, tanned Norwegians with poor English skills.
As we got closer and closer to the end of the semester, and hence, closer to the due date - we had more and more of these hastily organised, increasingly paniced and poorly orchestrated meetings. As is the nature of the group assignment, emails started been fired around.
Gary authored one email which included the phrase, "Myself and Nicole will work on the assignment on Saturday." Personally, I was shocked that anyone worked on an assignment on a Saturday, but group work? Fuck off. The following Wednesday myself and Matt caught up in our tute.
Matt: "Hey did you see that they worked on it on Saturday?"
The Student: "Yes, YES!!! What the fuck was with that?"
Matt: "I dunno man, they're friends or some shit."
The Student: "You don't reckon he's.... getting into her do you?"
Matt: *laughs* "Nah.... nah."
Eventually we got the assignment done, and following the exam at the end of the semester we all walked out together and lameted our shitful attention to study and impossibly poor mark on the assignment.
To be continued...
posted by The Student at 12:01 PM
3 Comments:
The leather chaps were a dead give away weren't they?
You're a cruel and unusual boy. Why must you torment me with the suspense?
i hope it's true love.
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