Okay. Good. They were getting started on this project. Things were happening that needed to happen. They’d finish this project about physics, or whatever, and then he could go work on his computer science project. He’d estimated, doing the math very quickly in his head, that he had about 33 hours left of work to do on the project, which left 14 hours for eating, sleeping, and maybe an hour or so of procrastination. Okay, that was fine. Fine, fine, fine.
Shelly. Okay, easy-enough-to-remember name. It wasn’t one he’d have trouble pronouncing, which was good. He hated when he couldn’t pronounce someone’s exotic name in a public place—it made him seem like a totally culturally insensitive white guy, which he totally wasn’t, or, at least, tried not to be. God, being white was so stressful.
Powerpoint. Okay, definitely doable. ”Powerpoint? You’re sure Powerpoint? What about Prezzi? Or Google Presentation? Do you think we should do a Google presentation?” No, no, he was totally overstepping. This woman definitely knew way more about what this project was supposed to be than Jacob did, given that what Jacob knew about this project was absolutely nothing, at the moment. Fuck, he was so tired. He’d been up all night doing Econometrics homework, and he hadn’t slept in like, 36 hours. Was this meeting over yet? ”No, you’re right, Powerpoint’s fine. I don’t know what I’m—I just, I just, it’s fine. Powerpoint.”
"Um, are your notes like... possibly... any better than mine?”
Jacob hadn’t been paying attention to her notes, but he assumed his were probably adequate for whatever she needed, uh, notes for. ”Uh, yeah, here.” He fished around frantically in his backpack, yanking out his blue Physics binder. ”It’s by date, units are alphabetized.”
"I mean, it sounds pretty easy peasy lemon squeezy.” Huh. Interesting choice of words. Jacob chuckled. He would have laughed much harder if he hadn’t been so distracted by his impending computer-science-imposed academic doom. Wait, okay, actually, it had been a pretty funny rhyme. He allowed himself to laugh a little more. ”Nice.”
"So like, we just have to make a power point with the stuff on it and maybe decide who's reading what.”
Oh, a plan. Good. ”Okay, yeah. Sounds good.” Shit, what had she said this project was supposed to be on? He racked his brain for a few seconds. Quasiparticles. He wrote the word at the top of his small index card, then created peremptory bullet point on the line below it. Could never be too prepared, right? After thinking for another minute, he scratched Type of particle? as a first fact. Okay, there was one. How many of these facts would they need to qualify as having prepared an actual presentation? Ugh, he was so fucked.