Me vs. Group
Convinced of failure, I came up with a flurry of excuses, each one more ridiculous than the next. It was 2001 and Jr. Highschool graduation was right around the corner. It was time to make that transition from big man on campus to “Dazed in Confused-esque” freshman. The only good news was Ben Affleck wouldn’t be there ruining cinema.
But before I could make that transition, Mr.Safranski, my sterioid enraged U.S. history teacher (Who I now recall, dated and most likely slept with the majority of female teachers - picture a buff Ned Flanders without the mustache.) decided to let us pick who we wanted in our group for the final project. So naturally, I picked two of my best friends, Brian Kohout and Jimmy Stark. Sound great right? Working with your best buds but it wasn’t.
There was absolutely zero work ethic, even for a fourteen year old. If we ever did meet up we’d work on the project a mere ten minutes then get side tracked riding bikes. A biography of JFK accompanied by a short visual aid presentation was progressing slower than the resurfacing of a Chicago highway. We ended up having to spend the night at Brian’s house, pleading for his parents to help us whip up an impromptu presentation. I know this example of group work failure doesn’t sound significant but it can be applied to real life. Don’t mix business with pleasure!
