I may act like I’m six, but that does not mean that I want to do group work.

There is nothing more frustrating and futile than working in a group. At this point in my education, I assumed that groupwork was something we’d laugh about, as in “Remember when we’d do group work in elementary school? GOD, that was awful.”

Yeah, no. In the intro course, we’re working in effing groups. I don’t think you can understand my fury right now, but think of it as some sort of piece of fruit, a peach perhaps, in conflagration.

Grr.