Ok, I have two Krispy Kremes under my belt, two slurps of my latte and I'm heading down the home lap of homework, forever. I hope. But then, I said that in '74.
*Never say never*
But first let me talk about group presentations. Only because the other three members of my group do not now, and never will, have this blog address, can I have a full and frank discussion with you about HOW VERY AMAZING THEY ARE.
Psychologically, we run the full gamut. A is passive, passive, passive. B is passive aggressive (always a favorite). C is aggressive and ambitious but "too busy" to do the groupwork. D is aggressive and ambitious and old and wily.
You can just imagine the funfest that was our online collaboration last night. And the cold sweat I broke into as I argued C to the mat over who was going to present their @#$% side first in the little lawsuit we're arguing. And the terminology. And the attempt to baffle me with bull$hit because she could not dazzle me with the bright white light of her intellect. So why was I sweating?
Because I hate conflict. But I will never back away from it. It is the strangest thing, an inheritance from the many "intellectual" brawls that constituted dinner table conversation in my family.
My anti-intellectual mother, my pseudo-intellectual stepfather, my passive brother ...
Oh dear God, I've just realized something. My group recreates the pathology of my family of origin.
No wonder I'm sweating.
Wish me luck. It's Tuesday night.