I only have three more school days (today and next week) until I’m free. I’m feeling both dread and relief over this.
Have I mentioned how much I hate group projects? Because I do. I really, really do. So far, I’m the only person who’s worked on our magazine project since we left class on Tuesday. It’s due tonight by 11:59pm. I don’t know how (or if) the other people in my group are going to add their essays to it, because it takes a long time to convert an essay into a magazine article. I think it took me about an hour and a half for each of mine. That’s three solid hours of work.
People always say, “Oh, I can sit down and knock out three hours of work!” until they actually have to. I don’t think people realize how draining and monotonous it is to work on the same project for a solid three-hour chunk of time.
But, whatever. I got my shit done. At 11:45 I’m downloading the damn thing and submitting it, whether they have their shit together or not.
At least it’s not worth quite as many points as I thought. It’s only 75 points instead of 100. Even if we (I) bomb it, I can still manage a C, I think.
But, at this point, even if I fail, I think I’ll be okay. I’ll just be happy the whole ordeal is over. I can always retake the class next fall, if I need to. I might even take it with the same teacher, since I’d know what to expect… (insert maniacal laughter here) or maybe not.
I’m almost free. So close I can taste it.