It is wonderful to hear the wailing, the gnashing of teeth,
the lamentations, and to see my reflection in the gall-filled eyes of those imposed
upon to interact with other human beings, outside of class, on homework.
What follows are three common complaints about group work.
We all have different
schedules and it's hard getting together outside of class. I know. If only someone, someday, would invent a device allowing people to
communicate over long distances at any time of the day. If only someone would create a way to send
other people documents in almost real-time.
And, this is far-fetched, but wouldn’t it be really Kurzweil if we
could send images and talkin’ moving-pictures to one another? I hear tell there’s a thing called a
telephone built on a network of wires.
Maybe the invento-ologists could play off of that and come
up with something. Until then there’s
always smoke signals, or maybe just rhythmically beat on hollow logs in the
forest and hope the other team members will hear.
(Insert name here) didn’t
do anything. Yep, (insert name
here) was a real turd on this one. I
wonder where (insert name here) learned to be like that? I mean, what organization out there just passes people up the academic ladder, even when they don’t do their
fair share? And, speaking of
victimization, wouldn’t it be nice if there were a way to break the cycle of
abuse? I mean, what might a group of
three people do to help their fourth group member understand how laziness is no longer going to fly? Might
have to talk to (insert name here) and let that person know you know
they aren’t doing anything. And I, as
much as the next person, want everyone to like me and to be very popular and to
never, ever, never, hurt anybody’s widdle bitty feewings. If that means sacrificing a grade,
so be it. Because, heck, after this
class, me and (insert name here) are going to be best buds. Maybe we can even sit together when we have
to retake this class.
It’s not fair we get
the same grade. Remember
the Titanic? Everybody on the Titanic received
the same grade. Remember the Little Big
Horn? Everybody in the Seventh Cavalry
received the same grade. Remember Border’s
Books? Everybody at Border’s received
the same grade. Please write a 5,000 word
personal-reflection essay on the role of fairness and reality.
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