Postmodernism, the tower

Today in my organizational behavior class we had a group project to build a tower; in addition my group was also scheduled to present our topic (communication and conflict resolution). The good news, our presentation was awesome. We did an excellent job and bribed everyone with candy. We even got thunderous applause. Well, we didn’t get the applause it was because they fixed the air conditioner. It was fucking hot and humid today and it made me dream of a white holiday season.

The bad news, our tower collapsed, it was made from wood and put together with screws. Our project was to build a tower that would be judged by height, design, durability, and the name. All the materials had to fit in a box whose former job was holding computer paper. The wood was really cheap and cracked with every screw that we put in it. Our first attempt we got it up, it was tall but leaning. We decided to fix the leaning part, that way no one would get hurt by a huge wooden structure falling on them. So we took it down and reinforced it. After putting it back up it collapsed.

No need to worry though, we could salvage some judge points, so we named it postmodernism, the tower is at once the tallest and the shortest and it doesn’t really exist.

We were judged last in ever category, except one judge who saw our tower before it collapsed. I would be sadder if there was a grade for the assignment.

In conclusion, it is a good thing that I’m not building any bridges, skyscrapers, or anything at all.