You're kidding me right now.
For the past several weeks, I've been working on a partner project in Child Psych. My partner, whom I met on the first day of class, is a woman in her 40s. Very, very nice. Very, very computer illiterate and generally not the sharpest crown in the box -- but nice. I asked her to please do the second half of the paper we've been assigned, while I did the first. I worked fairly hard on my half (as hard as I ever work on anything for this class), and it ended up being a little long, but oh well.
Tonight, the night before the paper is due, she finally sends me her half. It is one paragraph. One. SHORT. Paragraph. I don't know what the hell her problem is, where she got confused about the assignment, but this is supposed to be a one-page paper, and not only is my "half" about four times longer than hers, but hers does not even BEGIN to cover all the material it's supposed to.
I've gotten screwed over like this in group projects before, though. And this time, unlike every other time, I'm not going to be a putz about it. I e-mailed her back and told her she was missing most of the necessary information, then e-mailed my professor to say "Look, my partner didn't do what she was supposed to do, and I don't want to be held responsible for it. What should I do?"
But I'm not going to stay up all night fixing someone else's incompetence like I would have done in the past. This is unbelievably frustrating, and if my grade reflects her screwup then I will throw a hissy fit, but it is not my damn responsibility to do the whole project.
This, plus the fact that I seem to have lost my Freedom card (the pass that lets me ride PATCO without buying tickets), equals the crappiest day I've had in a while.
So anyway, Thursday was probs one of the coolest nights of my life. Just sayin'. Julia and I made a fort in her room, bought huge amounts of candy at Wawa, and worked our way through two thirds of a bottle of vodka while watching "Twilight" and having a Lady Gaga dance party. It was INTENSE. But not as intense as watching "New Moon" at midnight. Obviously I don't remember a whole lot, but I do hope that no one in the theatre wanted to watch the movie in peace and quiet because no one was letting that happen. And I do remember shrieking every time Taylor Lautner was half-naked, which was a lot. SUN'S OUT GUNS OUT.
And then on Friday evening I saw it again, with Corynn, sober this time. Basically -- just stylistically speaking, it's way more exciting and way better than the first movie. But oh good lord, would they PLEASE fire Kristen Stewart? After Edward leaves her, right, she's supposed to go into this huge depression where she basically can't function and is like, a zombie. Yeah, I saw NO difference in Kristen's acting between when she was with Edward and after he left her. She always looks and acts like she is dead inside. Through the entire movie, not once did I see her looking genuinely happy. I know it's not REALLY her fault that she has permanent bitchface, but wow, I just want to punch her.
Work tomorrow from 3:30 to 10:30, ugh. Oh, and my shift on Black Friday? 4 a.m to 2 p.m. Yeah. You heard me. The light at the end of the tunnel is that I've got 3 tickets to The Light in the Piazza for Saturday night, yeaaaahhh.
Tonight, the night before the paper is due, she finally sends me her half. It is one paragraph. One. SHORT. Paragraph. I don't know what the hell her problem is, where she got confused about the assignment, but this is supposed to be a one-page paper, and not only is my "half" about four times longer than hers, but hers does not even BEGIN to cover all the material it's supposed to.
I've gotten screwed over like this in group projects before, though. And this time, unlike every other time, I'm not going to be a putz about it. I e-mailed her back and told her she was missing most of the necessary information, then e-mailed my professor to say "Look, my partner didn't do what she was supposed to do, and I don't want to be held responsible for it. What should I do?"
But I'm not going to stay up all night fixing someone else's incompetence like I would have done in the past. This is unbelievably frustrating, and if my grade reflects her screwup then I will throw a hissy fit, but it is not my damn responsibility to do the whole project.
This, plus the fact that I seem to have lost my Freedom card (the pass that lets me ride PATCO without buying tickets), equals the crappiest day I've had in a while.
So anyway, Thursday was probs one of the coolest nights of my life. Just sayin'. Julia and I made a fort in her room, bought huge amounts of candy at Wawa, and worked our way through two thirds of a bottle of vodka while watching "Twilight" and having a Lady Gaga dance party. It was INTENSE. But not as intense as watching "New Moon" at midnight. Obviously I don't remember a whole lot, but I do hope that no one in the theatre wanted to watch the movie in peace and quiet because no one was letting that happen. And I do remember shrieking every time Taylor Lautner was half-naked, which was a lot. SUN'S OUT GUNS OUT.
And then on Friday evening I saw it again, with Corynn, sober this time. Basically -- just stylistically speaking, it's way more exciting and way better than the first movie. But oh good lord, would they PLEASE fire Kristen Stewart? After Edward leaves her, right, she's supposed to go into this huge depression where she basically can't function and is like, a zombie. Yeah, I saw NO difference in Kristen's acting between when she was with Edward and after he left her. She always looks and acts like she is dead inside. Through the entire movie, not once did I see her looking genuinely happy. I know it's not REALLY her fault that she has permanent bitchface, but wow, I just want to punch her.
Work tomorrow from 3:30 to 10:30, ugh. Oh, and my shift on Black Friday? 4 a.m to 2 p.m. Yeah. You heard me. The light at the end of the tunnel is that I've got 3 tickets to The Light in the Piazza for Saturday night, yeaaaahhh.