The previous few posts reminded me of a time when everyone in grad school had to give presentations. This was in the day of overhead projectors (instead of DLP projectors and powerpoint slides). The talks were a mix of sticky, wacky, tacky, and sleepy. The talks however carried a great deal of weight. It was like the football combines for grad school - you impress here you get a sweet research fellowship, internship, job - basically you are not a starving grad student anymore.
- We commiserated with the guy, this was really bad luck, and it could've happen to any one of us.
- We could follow his talk know because it was not about gallium arsenide but about bulbs.
- That BIP noise really woke us up and we noticed that people were looking around - especially at the back three rows.