Today's tribute goes out to the "group project", assigned by only the most clueless and/or satanic of teachers. This particular type of assignment involves a) other students and b) work outside of school. "Oh, that sounds fun!" you say? Uh, not so much. And here's why:
Somehow, my son, without fail, whether assigned or chosen, is grouped with the total dregs of the school. We're talking about the kids that are just one pot-smoking, vandalism incident away from military school. Where are the smart, organized girls when you need them?
Once the group is assigned, I am always amazed at the total lack of a plan. It always comes down to the wire. Always.
Me: "When is your group getting together and where are you going to meet?"
Moody Teen: "Uhhhh, I don't know."
Me: "Okay, well do you guys want to meet over here this weekend?"
Moody Teen: "None of them have rides. Can we go get them?"
Me: "Sure. When?"
Moody Teen: "Well, Tom has to meet with his probation officer and Kevin's parents are taking his sister to rehab, so it'll probably have to be next weekend."
Me: "Isn't the whole project due the very next day?"
Moody Teen: "Yeah, but it's okay. We'll get it done."
So the group usually ends up getting one shot to complete the project. And by that time, I am just so over it, I breathe a sigh of relief that they will have something to hand in, even if it is a wadded up piece of notebook paper, with chicken scratch on it.
And then, typically, I load the geniuses back up into my car to drive them home and am completely stunned (although at this point, I shouldn't be) when one of the boys can't give me directions to his own house! Guess his fried brain can only handle so much information in a day. Good grief...
Yet Another Jay and Deb Production.