Llama Group

In my group meeting today, he-who-must-not-be-named, went on and on and on and on and on and on and on about all the work he has been doing for our public relations campaign.

After fifteen minutes, I ask him, "So where is everything that you've done?"

He responds, "Well, uh, um . . . I left it all at home, but I can like email it and stuff when I get home."

I look at him and say, "I don't know what you mean by stuff, but ya, you can email it to me. I can't do anything else until I have it."

"Cool."

Next, I turn and look at she-who-must-be-named, and ask what she has done.

She responds, "Like I was out of town all weekend so I haven't really had the chance. You know, like, I was with my boyfriend's family and we just didn't have time. It's fine though so like don't be mad."

I just stared and said, "You can email me too."



The meeting was pointless. I would have rather been talking to a llama, because that is what it felt like. They did not do their part and I left more annoyed than ever. I wonder sometimes how these people are surviving at BYU.

I am over these group projects. And I am sick and tired of pulling other people's weight. Sorry BYU. I would rather spend 72 hours working on a project all by myself, than meet and work with four other students who are less dedicated about their schoolwork.

Just sayin'

Mark Twain said, "There are basically two types of people. People who accomplish things, and people who claim to have accomplished things." I think you know where the two students in my group fall.

On a lighter note, they did send their information, but I spent six hours in the library editing and re-writing all 27 single-spaced pages.

What a day. Luckily there are only four days of classes until finals begin.


P.S. I never thought I would experience a real "White Christmas" on April 6th.