RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Reiterating the same topics ad nauseum, as we clap constantly for each speaker.
Getting tired and bored of the same rhetoric, fidgeting, talking softly to our neighbor.
A lull in speeches, filled with an upbeat song, breaking the monotony of the conference.
Getting up, walking around, stretching, the best part of the program so far.
Saxophone, guitar and drum beating out the boredom with music to clap by.
Taking advantage of the short break, many people are taking the opportunity to escape and go home to more interesting endeavors.
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