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All this Auckland talk is getting me waay too excited and I've done just a few too many victory dances in my room to be healthy. And it'll also be amazing to have you guys all so near, Vanessa and Keren living like 2 minutes away and Madhu in my lectures (though, she'll also be competition for second year law grrrr).
The point of this LJ is actually for me to release some anger though I think after reading your LJs (especially Ellens which always make me LOL) I'm not so angry anymore but I still will release it.
Firstly: I hate group work. Make that detest, loath, think it's pure evil and just the lecturers way to drivemeinsaneasifimnotinsanealreadywithe
Secondly: I hate people correcting my work when it is obviously better than what they can produce - ah thank god I can at least be snobby here.
Thirdly(because as Mrs Parish always says, you always have to have three points): I hate working with girls.
The Full Story is as follows:
For Infosys (a surprisingly interesting paper that I'm actually considering it as a major) we have to do this group assignment with 4 people. We were allowed to pick our groups but it was practically just work with whoever you were sitting next to during the tutorial. I was grouped with these four "nice" Malaysian girls (ok, so that was not a relevant fact as any Law student would point out). And you know, with people you are new to you kinda don't want to be too straightforward and completely take over as I have always preferred because I'm a perfectionist and it's just better when I'm in control - think back to Young Enterprise Year 10 and that awesome report I did that earned me 20 bucks.
So we eventually got a topic sorted - it took so long because most of their ideas were just plainly crazy and not suitable to write an 1000 word essay on. I really don't know where they have been living in the past century but it certainly isn't planet earth. After about 10 MSN conversations and me on the verge on booking myself a place in a mental institute we finally settled on an idea that I came up with in the beginning. So we wrote up this draft in the weekend, it took 3 long hours for them to finally come up with this 500 word "story" (because it's seriously degrading to the word essay if I call it that) and throughout the whole time they just giggled at anything that was mildly amusing. And ok so they could speak English and had a good vocabulary but some people just can't string words together to make a good sentence. To use the forbidden word, it just didn't FLOW. Ok so this whole time I was wrestling my hands to prevent taking over cause that might seem rude and when those 3 hours of torture was finally over I got home and edited it. By edit I meant explain everything in detail so a sane human being will understand it, elaborate ideas and to strengthen the argument. Another 500 words later, I can proudly call it an essay.
I then immediately emailed it to everyone, thinking that they'd appreciate me taking the time to rework it to a good standard but no reply. 3 days later, still no reply. 4th day, yay an Email. So this girl just sent me another copy of an edited version of the original "text" and I was confused. So did you not see the email I sent you or are you just ignoring it? I read through it and she practically just added some more of those crazy irrelevant ideas in and made some grammatical changes that weren't right anyway.
Being nice, I edited my copy again with some of her ideas integrated and sent it back to everyone. Their reply - oh we just wanted to tell you that the copy that you received from us was the copy that you sent to us edited by all of us.
WTF? Do you take me as stupid or something?
That copy had none of the changes I made TYVM.
And just when you thought it couldn't get worse, I got another Email today from one of the girls saying that she is sorry for being "crude" (crude oil? WTF? Cruel maybe?) but she noticed mistakes in my work that she has kindly highlighted and changed. Didn't you just say yesterday that you didn't want to use my work? Why bother making changes now? But being a kind and accepting person I was open to her suggestions. I read through her changes and she just added a few full stops in and made a handful of sentences sound awkward. Great, thanks for that. Oh and apparently no one can be "new to the bus system" because everyone knows how to use buses and you can't use GPS on its own because it is run by satellites so you have to use the word satellites.
ARGH
Why, why, why?
I miss working with boys who basically obey your every word and aren't offended when you say thats sucks.
*breathe in, breathe out*
The point of this LJ is actually for me to release some anger though I think after reading your LJs (especially Ellens which always make me LOL) I'm not so angry anymore but I still will release it.
Firstly: I hate group work. Make that detest, loath, think it's pure evil and just the lecturers way to drivemeinsaneasifimnotinsanealreadywithe
Secondly: I hate people correcting my work when it is obviously better than what they can produce - ah thank god I can at least be snobby here.
Thirdly(because as Mrs Parish always says, you always have to have three points): I hate working with girls.
The Full Story is as follows:
For Infosys (a surprisingly interesting paper that I'm actually considering it as a major) we have to do this group assignment with 4 people. We were allowed to pick our groups but it was practically just work with whoever you were sitting next to during the tutorial. I was grouped with these four "nice" Malaysian girls (ok, so that was not a relevant fact as any Law student would point out). And you know, with people you are new to you kinda don't want to be too straightforward and completely take over as I have always preferred because I'm a perfectionist and it's just better when I'm in control - think back to Young Enterprise Year 10 and that awesome report I did that earned me 20 bucks.
So we eventually got a topic sorted - it took so long because most of their ideas were just plainly crazy and not suitable to write an 1000 word essay on. I really don't know where they have been living in the past century but it certainly isn't planet earth. After about 10 MSN conversations and me on the verge on booking myself a place in a mental institute we finally settled on an idea that I came up with in the beginning. So we wrote up this draft in the weekend, it took 3 long hours for them to finally come up with this 500 word "story" (because it's seriously degrading to the word essay if I call it that) and throughout the whole time they just giggled at anything that was mildly amusing. And ok so they could speak English and had a good vocabulary but some people just can't string words together to make a good sentence. To use the forbidden word, it just didn't FLOW. Ok so this whole time I was wrestling my hands to prevent taking over cause that might seem rude and when those 3 hours of torture was finally over I got home and edited it. By edit I meant explain everything in detail so a sane human being will understand it, elaborate ideas and to strengthen the argument. Another 500 words later, I can proudly call it an essay.
I then immediately emailed it to everyone, thinking that they'd appreciate me taking the time to rework it to a good standard but no reply. 3 days later, still no reply. 4th day, yay an Email. So this girl just sent me another copy of an edited version of the original "text" and I was confused. So did you not see the email I sent you or are you just ignoring it? I read through it and she practically just added some more of those crazy irrelevant ideas in and made some grammatical changes that weren't right anyway.
Being nice, I edited my copy again with some of her ideas integrated and sent it back to everyone. Their reply - oh we just wanted to tell you that the copy that you received from us was the copy that you sent to us edited by all of us.
WTF? Do you take me as stupid or something?
That copy had none of the changes I made TYVM.
And just when you thought it couldn't get worse, I got another Email today from one of the girls saying that she is sorry for being "crude" (crude oil? WTF? Cruel maybe?) but she noticed mistakes in my work that she has kindly highlighted and changed. Didn't you just say yesterday that you didn't want to use my work? Why bother making changes now? But being a kind and accepting person I was open to her suggestions. I read through her changes and she just added a few full stops in and made a handful of sentences sound awkward. Great, thanks for that. Oh and apparently no one can be "new to the bus system" because everyone knows how to use buses and you can't use GPS on its own because it is run by satellites so you have to use the word satellites.
ARGH
Why, why, why?
I miss working with boys who basically obey your every word and aren't offended when you say thats sucks.
*breathe in, breathe out*
frustrated
blah