Disclaimer: I am not responsible for the stupidity contained in this post.
So we've had over seven weeks to do this damn psych project, and its finally starting to come together. The essay is like half written or somethign like that. Groups of fifteen people just DO NOT work. I knew that from the beginning. But heres the kicker to end all kickers:
Last week this girl shows up at class and after class when our group is discussing how to procede, she comes over to us and says:
(please imagine her sounding about as dumb and useless as humanly possible... like Kara Harnish kinda stupid)
Dumb Broad- So like, Ive been looking at some websites and stuff
Collective Group- **stare** **blink blink**
Dustin- Who are you?
Dumb Broad- Samantha, I'm in your group.
Meagan- Have we met?
Dumb Broad- I missed a few classes....
Step- Like, all of them?
Dumb Broad- Well.... yeah... pretty much
Collective Group- **stare** **blink blink**
Dumb Broad- So hows the project going, are we going to get a good mark?
Meagan- BWAH?
There were no words for the firey hatred corsing through my veins at that very moment. I wanted to be personally responsible for setting her on fire.
So we spoke to the prof. And he emailed her to tell her that the group was unaware of her existence. "
And now she's emailing us sob stories.
They make me giggle.
Psych classes have turnd me into a vengeful vengeful bitch.
Last week this girl shows up at class and after class when our group is discussing how to procede, she comes over to us and says:
(please imagine her sounding about as dumb and useless as humanly possible... like Kara Harnish kinda stupid)
Dumb Broad- So like, Ive been looking at some websites and stuff
Collective Group- **stare** **blink blink**
Dustin- Who are you?
Dumb Broad- Samantha, I'm in your group.
Meagan- Have we met?
Dumb Broad- I missed a few classes....
Step- Like, all of them?
Dumb Broad- Well.... yeah... pretty much
Collective Group- **stare** **blink blink**
Dumb Broad- So hows the project going, are we going to get a good mark?
Meagan- BWAH?
There were no words for the firey hatred corsing through my veins at that very moment. I wanted to be personally responsible for setting her on fire.
So we spoke to the prof. And he emailed her to tell her that the group was unaware of her existence. "
And now she's emailing us sob stories.
They make me giggle.
Psych classes have turnd me into a vengeful vengeful bitch.