Some Like it Haute

Week 14 ended on a precariously low note, with my worst ever presentation in 3.5 years at SMU. I guess it sucks because I really liked the topic (advertising) and we spent a lot of time on the project. It was one lesson I really looked forward to every week, despite it being a Friday 8:30am class. A lot of time was spent on the final presentation, though I guess we would have been a lot more efficient without all that mindless waiting for latecomers. I'm not in the habit of mourning after loss and post-presentation evaluation of "what went wrong" or "what could have been done better" because quite frankly no situation ever repeats itself twice.

This term has been extremely taxing, especially the last few weeks. From late nights to wee hours in the morning. Back in school even on weekends. Taxi after-midnight surcharges. Tim Tams, Ruffles Cheddar and Sour Cream and Cadbury chocolate became my sustenance for getting through those late nights. I feel like one of the Crash Test Dummies on Downsize Me! and I'm definitely suffering from the effects of too much junk. Tell tale signs include the spots on my face, parched tongue, sore gums... Funny how these seem like my battle scars from this term.

Truth is I didn't mind the late nights so long as the end justifies the means. On hindsight, there were numerous neon-red alarm signals that our project was lackluster but I (speaking for myself) chose to ignore initially out of pride and later out of dissonance. At the risk of sounding Carlson-cliche, I guess this Advertising project did shed some light on peoples' working styles and relationships. I don't want to dwell any further because my impatient persona needs an extreme makeover.

In any event, I've got to refocus next week's final two papers too.
Catch up with you guys later.