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Group suicide?
Probably the two most dreaded words that can fill a classroom (except maybe POP QUIZ, but the earlier is significantly more stressful).
I hate group work. A lot of people do. Who likes group work? Lazy people. Everything about group work is stressful; do you choose your group or assigned (is there anyone worth choosing, are you assigned to an automatic fail?), do you have a group leader (do I trust someone enough to relinquish control, do I step up and scorn hate, or are we capable of managing ourselves?), the topic you choose (to compromise or not to compromise), who does what and every other equally cringe worthy question that you must face, tackle and destroy. There is no peace to be found in these projects for the likes of me. Admit, it makes your eyes bleed too.
Whenever I'm assigned a group or forced to choose a group from a gaggle of useless turkeys, I breathe a little heavier. Whenever a member of said group produces a piece of work that is subpar and falls far below my standards, my heart skips a few beats. If any member of my group ever, EVER displays are slight handicap or error that could by any way harm my marks i feel like scaling their face. You don't know your to, too, twos? We might as well chalk your death up to freak accident.
I pay for my schooling. Not my parents, no aid from family members. Just me and my good friend OSAP. Ergo, I take those marks that come back seriously, everyone of them. Especially when these marks are the difference between that coveted internship at a magazine, or one at Maple Leaf Farms.
I want to claw my face when I'm forced into one of these sick projects. Every dumb ass teacher or clueless adult will say "well you be forced to work with all different kinds of people in the workplace, so you should adapt here."
No. Because, in my workplace I will be at a fashion magazine. I will not be doing a project with a guy who wants to work for a video game website, or one who wants to be a sportscaster. And above that, when someone does nadda, they get fired. When someone does nadda in most school projects, people tug them along for the ride, or the most is they get some lower marks. Suck a cock.
I find myself in the personal predicament of whether I unleash my inner control freak, do the work myself and get the 90, or do I accept the doled out tasks and hope for the best. I'm a creature of worry, the latter never works. I frequently ask to see what other people have done and anytime any member says they have yet to start when most of the group is midway through, I vision myself embedding a pencil through their esophagus. If I do the work, do I tug the losers along or cut them and watch them suffer? I usually would enjoy watching them suffer, but in certain extenuating circumstances I cannot.
Maybe you feel a sort of sympathy for me. Maybe you understand the feeling. Maybe you're that loafer who does diddlysquat and I'm perfectly describing that irritating person in your group you loathe. I feel so remorse for my feelings or actions. I am not ashamed of being controlling. Imagine pulling several grand out of your pocket, with student loans anyways, and trusting the kid who thinks the Jesus and Galileo were biffles.