6 months ago
I pulled out an old photograph from university. My best friends and I were in a group project for Science, Technology, and Society II: “Submit a photograph depicting conventional use of technology.”
If I remember correctly, we chained ourselves to the mobile handsets and laptops and game consoles and Playstation Portables of the era (tablets were a new thing then) and sat around this vintage furniture set one of us owned. We dressed in black; our highlights were black. Our props were a mix of silver gadgets and discarded make-up paraphernalia.
I clearly remember the class’s shock and awe the printed poster unraveled during presentation. They made no sound; they said “Woahtheforkdudethatisniiiiice!” with gaping mouths.
The class instructor-slash-professor-in-the-making was a young, handsome fellow. He would be my age now at the time. He was the complete opposite of conventional, traditional, and dry. I remember he had this “Geez, impressive. Can’t wait to show off my students to the faculty.” kind of look. That very reaction, too, was noiseless, but I know I read it.
Anyway, we aced it, and we rocked. I have the poster on my wall at home. I hadn’t drawn anything in five months, but happened to stare at that picture poster during my vacation grande last week. I pulled out my two best friends from university and, there they are.
You may not flirt with them without their permission.