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.

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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.

{{{Gloomcookie}}} I'm so sorry to hear about your grandmother.

Vibing hard for Aimee's friend.

I went on two rage burning walks, and then washed the floor again to burn off self-pity

I'm with Zenkitty -- all my self-pity turns into massive comfort eating and curling into a fetal ball. Good for you with the walking and the mopping. Your floor must be pristine.

Awww, Allyson, why ya gotta whack at your bangs when you're distraught?

Fortunately you look good with Betty Page bangs.

Speaking as a former teacher, group projects are... but even that frustration can be educational.

Yeah, I didn't need a teacher to tell me that my classmates didn't like me. And I certainly didn't need my Social Studies grade to reflect that fact. And I most deffinately never needed to build a Lincoln's Memorial out of sugar cubes.

I understand the intent, but I suspect there are non-gpa reflective ways to teach the same sorts of things.

I've learned to NEVER. TOUCH. MY. BANGS. It only ends in tears.

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The cupcakes went over very well at the punkymoms playdate today. As did Owen's "They Shake Me" t-shirt.

I'm tired and DH is probably in Chicago by now. Enjoying a free cocktail reception by the Casualty Actuarial Society. And he'll be sleeping in a Westin bed tonight. The bastard. *sigh* It's all for the job. He's promised me unlimited foot rubs when he gets back home.

I've learned to NEVER. TOUCH. MY. BANGS. It only ends in tears.

I'm actually quite good (or, at least, not cringe-inducing) at trimming my bangs. Though I try not to, b/c my stylist is better, obviously.

I have to go attack the sentient bathroom mold with bleach, and I don't wanna. The sentient mold scares me.