Journal sielwolf's Journal: Brain Trust (PHLUCK 3) 1
My seminar travails continue. Today was the day: the 0-hour when we were supposed to present our paper.
We had it in PDF and PPT (since we weren't sure what the classroom Mac had) and double checked the results. I drew up a nice example of linear separation ("Assume that there are only two topics in the Web: coffee and computers. Also assume that there are only three webpages: one on C, one on C++, and one on lattes. Now if we graph them...").
The third guy (Mr. Disappear-O) showed up and said "I prepped my stuff but... uh... I don't understand some of the theorems. I am going to talk to the professor after class." Well no shit, sherlock. Maybe if you helped us at anytime when we were writing up the rest of the paper you would understand. And it is annoying because we (me and my buddy, the other presenter) know his shit better than he does and that he only has ONE theorem to explain that is just an extension of an earlier one.
So we were ready...
Except that two previous presentations had to finish up in this class before we could start. One from two weeks ago where this guy continued to mis-explain things (this was his third time up to bat) and the second from Tuesday to finish up another algorithm.
The professor: "Don't worry. They should only take 20 minutes each, leaving you 40 minutes to do your presentation."
Yeah... right. First guy: 65 minutes! I mean shit! This guy has spent a total of 150 minutes lecturing on half of a research paper! The professor kept on battling with him on every little thing that he got wrong (which, belive me, there were quite a few) and he began threatening the class with homework from this lecture. The best part: the problems he were suggesting were impossible! And I mean that in a scientific way. Like proving a theorem in the positive with a single 2-d graph... or calculating the rank of a matrix which is imaginary and only exists as a hypothetical step to a concrete one!
After that the next guy came up to bat and actually hit his off in 15 minutes. Of course he talked... no wait... whispered facing the overhead (with his back turned to us). The prof then turned around and said "Any questions?" Um yeah... how about ALL OF IT?
So that left 3 or so minutes. The prof then said to us "Could you give an introduction to your paper to modivate the class for next class?"
Huh? I'm sorry captain but this is not Scooby Doo and we are not fucking selling the next episode for Sweeps.
But my buddy, like a trooper, went up and used my picture I drew to say "This is basically what it's about... reducing the dimensionality of a problem while maintaining separation between classes. And this paper assures us of this asymptotically."
The prof then went on to say "yes" and then reexplain what my friend just said... poorly. He started breaking out the jargon and the linear and... well in the words of my other friend: "Yeah... I actually understood what you were talking about... until the Prof went up there and confused the shit out of me."
So now our fucking presentation is pushed back to Tuesday. And, trust me, I'm not fucking touching it/improving it/fiddling with it. I sacrificed my 48 hours and that's what he'll get. IF the prof even mentions that we should have done more work with the extra time we had between now and Tuesday, I'm going to the fucking Chair of Graduates for CS, my TA advisor (yes, Dr Wacky himself), and the Graduate Secretary to complain about this douchebag who thinks that my life mission is to work on this fucking Seminar course.
Either that or I'm going to get a Barrett
To Be Continued...
I hate that guy... (Score:2)
and talks for a FUCKING HOUR! about shit that no-one cares about! Who cares what the fucking API is?! I don't give a shit about the byte/bit format! GET FUCKING ON WITH IT!!!!
for chrisssakes even the professor is signaling to wrap-it-the-fuck-up!!
Sci-type people really need to be given grades on how they present.
I can't WAIT for the presentations in my SNMP class, boy oh boy will THAT be exciting!