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Ok, let's not lie: I have never liked group work. Never. But I can deal with it in cases like my 17th-century class, where we're performing a scene from the (dreaded) Duchess of Malfi. Performance. Acting. Sweet. Groups. Fine.
What I hate and really don't don't don't want to deal with is a group paper. Especially when the two other group members decided to meet today to start working on it. AND when said group members forget not only my email address (that is, I assume, where they wrote it down--nevermind that I think the girl put it in her phone) but my name. And then somehow--AFTER THEY'VE ALREADY MET AND DECIDED WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT WITHOUT ME--they find my email address (still don't know my name!) and send me their outline.
Their outline that is in no way what Professor Griggs is actually looking for.
Well crap.
So I emailed them back, attempting to be diplomatic, and threw out my idea for the paper. If this goes badly, I might just write my own freaking paper and Griggs can just deal with it.
BAH.
But anyway, it rained today, and was all cloudy, and classes were fine/survivable. If only I weren't so dang tired.
Ah well. Life goes on.
What I hate and really don't don't don't want to deal with is a group paper. Especially when the two other group members decided to meet today to start working on it. AND when said group members forget not only my email address (that is, I assume, where they wrote it down--nevermind that I think the girl put it in her phone) but my name. And then somehow--AFTER THEY'VE ALREADY MET AND DECIDED WHAT TO WRITE ABOUT WITHOUT ME--they find my email address (still don't know my name!) and send me their outline.
Their outline that is in no way what Professor Griggs is actually looking for.
Well crap.
So I emailed them back, attempting to be diplomatic, and threw out my idea for the paper. If this goes badly, I might just write my own freaking paper and Griggs can just deal with it.
BAH.
But anyway, it rained today, and was all cloudy, and classes were fine/survivable. If only I weren't so dang tired.
Ah well. Life goes on.