Contrast

First off, it turns out Austin wasn't dead last class, nor was he off battling pirates and saving indigenous cultures. No, Austin was just being a lazy ass American, he slept through his alarm. Yup, he abandoned me to the powers of Professor X, all on my own, a beacon of solitude in a sea of oppressive learning.

Professor X has the ability to talk quite happily for hours on end. Thankfully this class is only an hour and twenty minutes on end, I don't know what I would do otherwise. As I sit back here, I see so many studious children. All of them so desperate to please, so ready to prove their journalistic savvy if only given that one chance. Its all they'd need. I don't get how they do it. Especially the front row students. They've got these attentive knowledge seeking- slightly worshiping faces on, just beaming at the professor X's bold figure. I feel like they had a few cosmetic surgeries so they could make that putridly happy face all class period.
I can see the skin graft marks, too bad they took it from their buttocks, it sucks to have a hairy lip.

I'm beginning to understand professor X's love of the powerpoint. I first assumed it was about educating us. Maybe he wanted to use power-points to help convey his message, through pictures and big bold letters. But after a few class periods it dawned on me. Professor X doesn't use power-points for education, he uses them for intimidation. Yep, he uses them to induce cold hard fear in our weak minds. Why do I say this? Because Professor X understands the power of contrast. The bright projector screen dominates our eyes, we can hardly see Professor X. His voice simply lurks in the shadows. When he does come out to stand center stage, all we can see is a hulking silhouette. A massive hairy silhouette with a deep booming voice tends to intimidate most students. Me included. I'm scared.