Blame Russia?
Before one jumps to the conclusion that I am going to launch into some anti-russia/Georgia rant or some I can see Russia from my flat in Chicago, that is not the point. Just keep those wandering eyes on here and you’ll see it is actually about my worst group experience ever.
Fade back to 8th grade, in my history class with a teacher who looks like he should have been a Boy Scout Master for the past 40 years. But that is not the point-we were studying World War II and he had the genius ( I use that term insanely loosely) idea to split the class into different countries, and then we do a Risk-esque type battle on the overhead board.
Well I was put in Russia. The biggest yet weakest country at the time. Joy. My fellow partners were fellow Americans who felt the same as I did, yet as time went on and my country began to take over Germany and Japan, my teammates decided to make me God of the country and they stopped doing anything.
It got difficult. All the battle plans, money issues, my citizens being all pissed at me (they were stick figures that made rude gestures on the chalk board) and multiple papers on why the Alliance won made my job as supreme ruler of make-believe Russia difficult. I attempted to get my teammates involved once again but at the time Pokemon was vastly more important than the power struggle taking place in the classroom.
Fortunately, my boy scout leader of a teacher saw the difficulty and he ended up giving me an A for the project, and a C to everyone else.
So I learned that even though it sucked working alone. If you get your shit done and prove to everyone that you know what you are doing, you get rewarded for it.
Oh and Russia won the inter-classroom feud. long live the mother land!
