Seven Hours in Starbucks

I'm not a Starbucks fan. In fact, I don't even drink coffee anymore. And I've tasted theirs. I only like their cinnamon roll. And that's not even by all that much. 

So what was I doing at Starbucks on a Sunday for SEVEN (7) long hours? 

Not by choice, I tell you. At least not by my choice. 

My FinMan groupmates and I had to meet to discuss and prepare for our class presentation. Those who took up FinMan under Prof. Joe-Santos Bisquera would understand why we had to make extraordinary preparations for this…

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Well, it's now March 31, 2007, the last day of the month of March. I started this several weeks ago but never got around to ending it. Our class presentation is over and done with… Prof. Bisquera said our group would've gotten a grade of 4.0 (highest), unfortunately the one in charge of the paper forgot to use a decent folder for our written report. The professor didn't appreciate being handed a report that was only stapled together. Too bad… If we got a 4.0, Prof. Bisquera would've handed us his personal business card which says we'd get free legal consultation with him for life! Hehe…