I've never been so shocked to be reintroduced to high stress levels as I have in the past few weeks leading up to finals.
I am taking 13 credits this semester, a modest number compared to professional students in some of my classes — especially when you take into account that one of those credits were a rock climbing class the finished at the end of October.
Most of my classes aren't that hard either. I have group project finals in three of them and the other is one of those show-up-to-class-and-take-a-final type classes.
For two of those three group projects I am in the same group, and we all study together for the easy class too.
So where's the stress?
The method is actually the madness.
These girls are some of the best friends I've met at Utah State University. They are cute, fun, incredibly intelligent and extremely motivated. Make that overly motivated. Actually, make that extremely, overly and insanely motivated.
Not only do they accept nothing less than an A, but they strive to have the highest grades on every assignment. Like, best-the-professor-has-ever-seen highest grades.
Joining these three for group projects was the smartest move I've ever made. Well, until a couple weeks ago.
You see, all throughout school I've been very bright. When I was younger this was a little bit of a curse because I never had to apply myself to get good grades. As the material became more difficult, my grades suffered because I never learned how to develop a good homework strategy.
It still shows.
I still do a little more than the minimum effort, but not much beyond that. This isn't good enough for the self-proclaimed #prbesties.
But instead of talking to me about their displeasure like friends would normally do, they've shown their inner-cattiness. I slept through my alarm clock one day and when I got to campus I learned I was even kicked out of the group in one class and paired with the kid who has only been to class twice.
Coincidence? Highly unlikely. I mean, if they wanted me in their group they would have spoken for me when I was absent. At the very least they could have spoken up and ensured I wouldn't be paired with #thatguy if they still actually liked me.
Anymore they avoid my presence and conversation. I think the only reason I haven't been freaked out is because they still need that 10-or-however-many points from the peer evaluation.
I guess I should clarify; there's one who still likes me. Or at least I'm pretty sure she does.
Either way, I don't know why I bother with it, because I know I'm not getting more than a third of the total percentage when that time comes.
It's amazing how quickly a friendship can go South.
I am taking 13 credits this semester, a modest number compared to professional students in some of my classes — especially when you take into account that one of those credits were a rock climbing class the finished at the end of October.
Most of my classes aren't that hard either. I have group project finals in three of them and the other is one of those show-up-to-class-and-take-a-final type classes.
For two of those three group projects I am in the same group, and we all study together for the easy class too.
So where's the stress?
The method is actually the madness.
These girls are some of the best friends I've met at Utah State University. They are cute, fun, incredibly intelligent and extremely motivated. Make that overly motivated. Actually, make that extremely, overly and insanely motivated.
Not only do they accept nothing less than an A, but they strive to have the highest grades on every assignment. Like, best-the-professor-has-ever-seen highest grades.
Joining these three for group projects was the smartest move I've ever made. Well, until a couple weeks ago.
You see, all throughout school I've been very bright. When I was younger this was a little bit of a curse because I never had to apply myself to get good grades. As the material became more difficult, my grades suffered because I never learned how to develop a good homework strategy.
It still shows.
I still do a little more than the minimum effort, but not much beyond that. This isn't good enough for the self-proclaimed #prbesties.
But instead of talking to me about their displeasure like friends would normally do, they've shown their inner-cattiness. I slept through my alarm clock one day and when I got to campus I learned I was even kicked out of the group in one class and paired with the kid who has only been to class twice.
Coincidence? Highly unlikely. I mean, if they wanted me in their group they would have spoken for me when I was absent. At the very least they could have spoken up and ensured I wouldn't be paired with #thatguy if they still actually liked me.
Anymore they avoid my presence and conversation. I think the only reason I haven't been freaked out is because they still need that 10-or-however-many points from the peer evaluation.
I guess I should clarify; there's one who still likes me. Or at least I'm pretty sure she does.
Either way, I don't know why I bother with it, because I know I'm not getting more than a third of the total percentage when that time comes.
It's amazing how quickly a friendship can go South.
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