Academic fraudness confirmed

After writing the last entry, I went got my first American donut, with icing and sprinkles. Basically, since they were free, I picked the one that most looked like part of a caricature of American culture. I was vile, I ate about a third of it wishing that I hadn't. I put it in the rubbish bin where I'd met the chipmunk.

My presentation appeared to go very well. Mostly people were smiling and nodding - except the girl presenting after me, she had an evil gleam. I sat down, she gave her presentation, covering some of the same material but much better and disproving a chunk of my argument. What I thought was wrong and my wrongness made very obvious to all there.
Needless to say, I didn't benefit from the question section. No-one felt the need to ask me anything much after Kimberly had already taken me down.

Then, a very rushed lunch. At which was everyone I'd been checking out that had led to my "disturbing realisation about personal skankiness". Turns out after having slept the being manic off, it was gone. I'm not turning in to a creepy old lech after all, I just have limits on my tolerance of sleep deprivation. Little yay.

Then it was off to the business meeting of the Pearl-Poet Society. It was implied I sort of had to go, so I did. My being there didn't exactly achieve anything for anyone, but afterward I had a chat with Kimberly who said my presentation wasn't bad and if she'd not been there that I "would have got away with it". Quite a polite way to mock my being wrong and her being right.

Then I went to a session on Performance and Play in Gawain. Game theory can be entertaining. I wasn't keeping up though. My brain is fried. So I'm currently wagging the last session of the day. There were several things that looked like they could have been interesting - but nothing I was sure could wake up my brain. Presenting is oddly exhausting.

And after seven hours, the chipmunk hasn't touched the donut. I guess even chipmunks have standards about what garbage they will eat. As usual, my desire to give pleasure to the small and furry has ended in failure.

It still bother me that mid-afternoon where is 8am tomorrow morning at home.