Last thursday, our "dear" school had a "motivational" talk by the least motivational individual in the school, the small man sitting in the big seat in some air conditioned room guarded by unfriendly looking clerks and a bunch of junkies, probably school dropouts. The "motivational" man was our dear principal. Believe me, this guy is short, very very short. On the contrary, he drives a Prado. I thought Prado was supposed to be a car for big and tall people? Anyway, on to the main story.The motivational talk was anything but motivational. The hall was hot like hell and the heavy smell of sweat was in the air. Damn it. Fortunately my friend and i stand right under a wall fan. So we fixed the fan's position so that it blows the air to us and only us. Probably i just earned the hate of a few more people, but i don't give a fucking damn. Throughout the entire session, my focus was on my watch, waiting for the crap to end. After what seems like an eternity, the shit talk ended. I left the hall more unmotivated than before i entered the hall. What a bummer.

¶ 11:09 PM

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