I, The Graduating Engineering Student Turned Incidental Writer ( Third Stride) Profuse Sweat

I, The Graduating Engineering Student Turned Incidental Writer ( Third Stride) Profuse Sweat

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Foreword.
This series of articles, on the travails and torments of required writing for school term papers, thesis or dissertation, are purposely taken in the point of view of the student in the graduating or senior years. Hopefully, they reveal how much anguish and agony he goes through in every phase of the activity he is obliged to present, even to defend in front of a panel of peers, prior to receiving his much toiled-for diploma.
Previously.
The graduating student, whose initial subject proposal was contravened by the English professor he secretly calls Darth Vader, has now become more aggressive in submitting a study that would gain the professors approval and satisfy his own motivation to produce an altruistic project.

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'BPO is the contracting of operations and responsibilities of very specific business functions to a third-party service provider. Usually located in third world nations with still developing economies, to take advantage of favorable monetary exchange rates, this industry has attracted substantial financial investment, and provided impressive employment growth in these countries.'

The more I research on the subject of Business Process Outsourcing to the third world countries, the more I am drawn to the fact that this industry has positively contributed a huge impact to their economies. I am also becoming more convinced I could intensely involve myself to this study if allowed by professor Vader. Would he be convinced? Well, there is only one thing to do, really.

Equipped by preliminary data I have collated from various news magazines, business reviews, financial journals, mostly clippings which fitted thickly inside a standard folder, I gingerly approached the door of Battlestar Galactica office of professor Vader. With shaking limbs and quivering lips, I greeted him; if there was an answer I did not hear it I was so nervous my heart was in my stomach.

Why am I here? I handed him my folder.

What is it? My subject proposal, sir.

Is this all? No answer.

A decade must have passed while he was reading the cover page and scanned thru the clippings. Once in a while he would peer at me from behind his mask, as if he was squeezing The Force out of my soul.

I did not research enough! My heart sank lower than my groin.

Sit down and listen and take notes. It sounded like preparation for a horrible punishment.

Astonishingly, the next half-hour turned out to be the most fruitful I ever had with professor Vader. He thoroughly explained in concise summary what needs to be done if I expect my proposal to pass.

Yes, my proposal has just been accepted!

It is most probably just me and my inner glee, but it seemed to me that the ever-staid countenance of professor Vader has just been replaced by a shining aura through a glint in the corner of his eye.

I tore to small pieces that blueprint I drew up for a rocket to send the professor to the moon or further. I am not anymore going to call him Darth Vader.

Next: the fourth stride the lessons

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