“Not to the point of making it structurally unsound,”
“What on earth is that?!” Rachel yelled when she saw the monstrosity that was in the middle of the lecture hall. The group of five men lifted their heads up and looked at her like deer in headlights.
“I…We…” one of them, the blond, started and looked at his teammates for help.
“Oh, shut up Jeffrey,” Rachel snarled and moved towards her group. The contraption in the middle of the hall looked just horrible and not at all what she designed. “I left y’all with specific instructions on what to do and you’ve managed to completely turn them on its head,” she threw her hands in the air. Rachel circled around the building, if one could even call it that, to see what the men made of it.
Another guy, Malcolm, spoke up. “One of the requirements for the task was to also use as little material as possible,” he pointed out to Rachel. The glare she sent his way could melt ice.
“Not to the point of making it structurally unsound,” she threw back and poked at one of the towers, which wobbled dangerously. “That’s one of the biggest flaws an architect can make. Remember Titanic?” Rachel pointed out and poked at it again, but this time at the base of the design.
“Aren’t you being a little unfair?” John piped out from the other side of the hall, where he busied himself with the blueprints. He continued, “Titanic was designed right, but…”
Rachel interrupted him. “Lives were lost because they had too few lifeboats. Why?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Because they wanted to spare materials and money.” Rachel looked at her group and their project, sighing.
“Come on, we still have time to salvage this,” Rachel waved at the structure. “…thing.” She turned to the group and couldn’t help but to have to the last word. “Without cutting corners this time, hm?”
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Poetry poetry poetry! This is where submissions get a bit more creative than most, and it's a wonder how many HOLers (particularly the eagles) are filled with fabulous artsyness.