Teachers Need To Ban Group Projects

College Students Voted That Group Work Isn't Fair And Teachers Should Take The Memo

If I was a teacher I wouldn't assign group work.


Ever since high school, there's been graded group work. Whether presentations, tests, papers, different assignments, etc. have been a thing and students have been complaining about it. With good reason too. It isn't exactly fair to the students when there are a few people in the group that try their hardest and put a lot of effort into it and then they get a lower grade because someone decided they didn't want to do their own work. It's also not the easiest to work with a group of people if you don't get along with them or some just refuse to do their work.

This is probably the biggest reason that students don't like group projects. I mean yes, it's difficult sometimes to work with other students but if the instructor could see the individual work that each participant is making, then I think they would change their grading styles.

I took a poll on Twitter and asked the following questions: "Do you think it's fair that everyone is given the same grade in some group projects?" 54 people voted and six percent said yes, thirty-three percent said sometimes and sixty-one percent said no. I also asked, "Do you think that it's fair that everyone should have the same answer in group tests?" 33 people voted and forty-two percent said yes and fifty-eight percent said no. As you can see, the majority of the population that who are college students voted that it's unfair to the students who put in the work to get a good grade and it is brought down because some people choose to not pull their weight.

An article written about group projects makes some good points about how working together can help with retention rates and gives a better understanding of the material. But it also says how students can become frustrated quickly when they don't establish their roles in the group and figure out what everyone is doing.

An example is given of a boy in high school who is in a group writing project where he and a classmate have to write a paper together. It's split up where they each have to write half of the paper and hand it in. When the due date comes around he checks his grade and it's marked incomplete. He goes to his classmate and his classmate tells him that he didn't hand in the assignment so now they both have a late assignment until the other boy turns in his half of the paper and a lower grade.

Do you see why that could be a problem? Someone turns in their part and the other participant doesn't. That's not very fair to give someone a bad grade because someone else decided to not put much or any effort into it.

I had a group test in algebra last week and it was awful. No one could agree on an answer so then a few of us had to change our answer to please one of our classmates so we could turn the assignment in. It's important to let people, especially those of us in college who pay for our education, decide their own answers for a test that's worth twenty percent of our grade.

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A Letter To My Freshman Dorm Room As I Pack Up My Things

Somehow a 15' x 12' room became a home.


Dear Geary 411,

With your creaky beds, concrete walls, and mismatched tile floors, you are easily overlooked as just another room we were randomly assigned to— but you were different. Inside your old walls, I have made some of the best memories of my life that I will hold on to forever.

Thank you for welcoming my neighbors in with open arms who quickly became friends who didn't knock and walked in like you were their own.

I feel like an apology is needed.

We're sorry for blaring the music so loud while getting ready and acting like we can actually sing when, in reality, we know we can't. Sorry for the dance parties that got a bit out of control and ended with us standing on the desks. Sorry for the cases of the late-night giggles that came out of nowhere and just would not go away. Sorry for the homesick cries and the "I failed my test" cries and the "I'm dropping out" cries. We're sorry for hating you at first. All we saw was a tiny and insanely hot room, we had no idea what you would bring to us.

Thank you for providing me with memories of my first college friends and college experiences.

As I stand at the door looking at the bare room that I first walked into nine months ago I see so much more than just a room. I see lots and lots of dinners being eaten at the desks filled with stories of our days. I see three girls sitting on the floor laughing at God knows what. I see late night ice cream runs and dance battles. I see long nights of homework and much-needed naps. Most importantly, I look at the bed and see a girl who sat and watched her parents leave in August and was absolutely terrified, and as I lock you up for the last time today, I am so proud of who that terrified girl is now and how much she has grown.

Thank you for being a space where I could grow, where I was tested physically, mentally and emotionally and for being my home for a year.


A girl who is sad to go

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Living At Home For College Isn't All Bad, After All

One of the biggest parts of college is "moving out," but sometimes, home is the best place to be.


Just over two years ago, I was counting down the days until freshman move-in. I spent the better part of my senior year of high school creating a mental list of all the reasons I couldn't wait to be on my own — the ability to stay out late, have friends over, and just live on my own schedule. Growing up, my parents weren't "strict," but they kept a close eye on my siblings and I. And after 18 years, I was ready for the change.

Or so I thought. Move-in came and passed, and I found myself living the "dream" that I'd spent months and months creating. I found the freedom to set my own schedule, and as long as that schedule didn't interfere with my classes, life seemed great. Until it hit me — even though dorm life wasn't totally independent, it was an experience that I wasn't really ready for.

As the first semester passed, I began to realize just how much I'd been taking for granted living at home. No matter when I got home in high school, my mom always had fresh dinner waiting and breakfast in the mornings. There were no dining halls, no meal swipes to run out of, and no coin operated laundry. Everything was always available. If I stayed out too late, my mom was always awake waiting for me to get back. I always had a caring and comfortable place to come home to at night. Which is something I never quite felt on my own.

I tried to stay away from home as long as I could that semester. I stayed through all the breaks and weekends in an attempt to prolong that dream for as long as I could. I found my routine in the dorms, and when winter break finally rolled around, I was hesitant to give up my newfound freedom and come back home. I was the last one out of the dorms and the first one back.

Even though I was only home for 10 days that break, I gained a new appreciation for being at home. For those 10 days, it was life as "usual". I always had someone to talk to, someone to be with, and somewhere to be. I was back at home, a place where I felt genuinely welcome. After four months "down range," that's a great feeling. These weren't crazy friends, they were family.

Moving back home was one of the hardest things I've ever done. My entire life changed in a few weeks. I left my "freshman school" and began life in the working world. For those of you about to make a similar transition, no amount of preparation will be enough to prepare you for the jump. School in any capacity does not prepare you well for a full-time job. It was incredibly hard, and there's no way I could have done it alone. I'll always be grateful that through the best and worst, I've had a place to truly call home. A place where I am truly comfortable, a place where the people I am around are true family.

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