Death By Group Projects

Death By Group Projects

RIP to your sanity and your GPA.

There's really only one thing I can think of that might be worse than death: group projects. Why we couldn't leave behind these slow and torturous deaths in high school, I do not know. What I do know is that the moment the professor announces that nearly half of your grade is based upon a group project, we all die a little inside and start digging the grave for our GPA's. Your professor groups you into clusters of five students, and you already hate them before you've even sent your first Canvas message.

The conversation starts off with the dreadful and awkward introductions, and eventually you all get down to the most important part: assigning jobs. You quickly read through the descriptions of each role, and finally find what seems to be the easiest one. Despite scoring the best task in the group, you know deep down that you'll probably end up doing all four of the other jobs, too.

Ideas are tossed around in the group, and as you read through all of the suggestions you come to one very clear conclusion ...

You all plan to meet up and begin working on the project and, of course, that one kid can't meet until Friday afternoon, completely ruining your Happy Hour plans.

You meet at Starbucks and, obviously, everyone but you is late. It's hard being so perfect, isn't it? After three of the four show up, the kid who insisted meeting on a Friday afternoon texts you all and says that he can't make it. Are you surprised? No.

You begin to work and as the meeting goes on and more idiotic questions are asked, you start to wonder how you even attend the same college as some of these people.

You leave Starbucks more confused and lost than when you came. As you throw out your empty nonfat Pumpkin Spice latte, you throw out your motivation for this group project along with it.

But, you know yourself and you can't let this group project be the demise of your sanity and your GPA. So, naturally, you become the group tyrant and completely take over the project and all aspects of it. Someone has a suggestion? Sure, you'll listen, but let's all be honest with ourselves here - you're the real mastermind behind this project, and like hell if you're going to let anyone ruin it with their not-so-genius ideas.

You deal with group member number two, who is having an emotional breakdown over putting a PowerPoint slide together.

And you shut down group member number four, who has endless excuses for why they can't get their part of the project in on time.

All the while, you're slowly planning your revenge on these incompetent people with a detailed Peer Review at the end of the project.

When the professor makes several comments on how well done the project was, you try not caring about the fact that everyone gets credit for what was most definitely your hard work...

No, really, it's fine. I'm not salty about this at all.

And at the end of the day - or should I say semester - all you really have to say to your group members is this...

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.

Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.

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