"You two are in trouble." Dr. Science walks into the lab and addresses the Welder and me. "You have been selected for the poster sessions and I want your posters to look good."
"What's that all about?" asks the Welder.
"It's like eighth grade science fair," I say. Wah! A poster? I didn't sign up for the poster sessions. I stayed far, far away from the poster session signup sheet! Just thinking about making a poster makes my joints hurt.
"Do we have to give a presentation?" asks the Welder.
"No," says Dr. Science, "but you have to stand by your poster and discuss the project with people who come by. This means, Welder, that you must talk with everyone, not just talk to the people you like and ignore everyone else." The Welder's been here for a while. I see Dr. Science knows him well.
"Oh, and I have to tuck in my shirt?"
Dr. Science frowns. "Yes. So tomorrow morning we will meet and we will put together the text and pictures for the posters. We will send that out to be made up into posters."
I don't have to personally make the poster? That's not so bad then. But I'll have to wear a dress…
208 words | July 21, 2004 08:19 PM | Rocket science