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STRAMA Day 2: The class that never happened

Posted on | June 24, 2010 | No Comments

 

As if the word STRAMA alone isn’t enough to cause an upset stomach and an avoidable nightmare, that nightmare eventually came to reality. Yesterday’s class was one to be forgotten. It’s one that a student wishes it never happened. It was as early as the first slide of our assignment presentation when we got a barrage of critique from our stern professor. Worse, I’m the first presenter. While I stand in front of our class helpless and wondering what actually went wrong, I began to doubt all the past Powerpoint presentations I did during my past MBA subjects which actually got good remarks. I also began to doubt if after all I learned from the several presentation skills training I attended while employed. After seconds of scanning through my memories, I realized I was still on the first slide and somewhat I feel something is yet to come.

I was right. My groupmate who followed me didn’t get far as well. He was on his second assigned slide when our professor shot more questions like hundreds of arrows coming from a deep row of impenetrable medieval warriors. The chances of one escaping unscathed just very slim and slim it was. True enough, as if some sort of respect to a fallen enemy, our professor himself raised the white flag for us while we are seated on our supposedly comfy ergo chairs, yet feeling bloodied and yes, definitely defeated. Our professor called it quits and advised us to recoup and present our case next week. Our class was dismissed.

Of course, it didn’t go as tragic as described – thankfully. Our STRAMA professor, after taking away all the confidence we had, was good enough to explain what he just did and why. Likewise our group, in a last ditch effort to regain our composure and dignity, told him the truth of what transpired during the preparation. Thanks but no thanks to the inaccessible financial statements, we were left hanging mid-air…and too bad with a noose wrapped tightly around our neck. Next time we’ll do better…or at least come prepared. I wonder where I can purchase solid armors.

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Our group decided to change company after being uncertain that we can access the elusive financial statements of the first one. Good thing some sort of divine intervention came yesterday afternoon, however late. This time it’s my turn to offer what I got but whatever it is I can’t divulge now. Keep your fingers cross, I’ll tell you about it…or just some of you. ; )

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I don’t know if I missed it, but I think our professor is a martial arts sensei. Serious senseis beat their students black and blue, yet at the end of every exhaustive sparring session, with gi stained and crumpled from all the grappling and rolling, senseis normally go around students while in saiza to point out what went wrong and what went right. Hmmm, forget the armor; I’ll just review my stances. Hahaha.

 

 

 

Mood: 2/10 Honks! (When was the last time I said, TGIF?)

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