{{GC and family}} Peace and strength to you and yours.

Oh, I HATE graded group work. I think group stuff is important, 'cause you can bounce ideas off each other, but someone always ends up getting screwed when you stick a grade in there

One of my more brutal childhood memories is in the eighth grade when I was doing a group project with two best friends who would get together and work on it without me. If that wasn't bad enough, the Mother of the one (and the Mother worked at the school) told the teacher and I should get a lower grade because I hadn't done anything. Meeting with him to defend my grade still stands as one of the more humiliating experiences of my life.

::shudders::

t snuggles Gloomcookie I'm so sorry, Sweetie.

(((Gloomcookie))) I'm so sorry, hon.

{{{Gloomcookie}}} I'm so sorry for your loss.

Much ~ma to your friend, Empress.

Often I regret having virtually no memory of school, but I suspect it is a good thing that I don't remember group projects. I remember a couple of group study sessions in college and they were a silly waste of time.

Speaking as a former teacher, group projects are an important part of learning. Not great if the goal is the best grade with the most efficient amount of work (which it often is for the student), but good for teaching group dynamcs--to have kids practice negotiating, making clear arguments and defending them, assigning tasks, trying to motivate lazy students (and for some students to learn they can't coast along on charm), budgeting time, discovering their own strengths and others. Sometimes they don't work and often they are frustrating as hell for the students, but even that frustration can be educational.

{{GC}}

Man, I wish I was with Jilli or Plei today. I had this fit of rage yesterday having to do with body issues taht involved me sobbing into the mop water while turning all my self-rage into scrubbing the kitchen floor. I was like my own Lifetime Movie for Pathetic Women.

I went on two rage burning walks, and then washed the floor again to burn off self-pity. None of this worked, so I turned to self-abuse and gave myself an angry, uneven bangcut. Then sobbed some more. I stopped just short of going all Marissa On the OC and shoplifting at the mall for attention.

And then I slept for a long time, and decided to make the best of what I've got and try some different makeup looks. My attempt at smoky eye came out looking like black eye and that just wouldn't do at all. maybe the gray shadow just doesn't do my skin any favors.

Not that it's helpful to you at all, but I wish my fits of self-rage turned into cleaning or walking. They just turn into ice cream.

I don't think grey eyeshadow looks good on any fair-skinned person. It just makes us look slightly dead.

Since my hair is such a bright purple, I think I need to work with pinks and such so my hair doesn't eat my face.