My group project for school is still a pain in the ass. Last week a couple of members of the group had a very public argument which demonstrated to the professor exactly what I told her when I met with her a few weeks ago. Of course, I told her I thought things were getting better. Oh how wrong I was. We’re meeting virtually in about an hour. I’m not looking forward to the meeting or to next week’s class.
In next week’s class we have a short presentation on what we’ve learned from the experience of creating an instructional unit. As I do this for reals, I’m having a hard time thinking of a genuine response to this–separating out what I already knew and what I’ve learned is hard. The better-half and I were joking this morning that I should say that I’ve learned is that in X number of days none of this will matter. Or, I’ve learned restraint in not strangling my team mates.
This has been a rocky semester with the Wednesday class being a joke and the Thursday class being all about the drama instead of the work. At least I can hope that all the subsequent semesters are better.