So I come back from an amazing trip in Washington to a Sociology of Sport group project deadline staring me in the face. If I had been more on top of things, I would have left for Washington with my group project already completed, but being the wonderful procrastinator that I am, I decided that it'd be best to work on my group project while still smarting from coming back to Denton after having the most amazing experience of my life in Washington D.C. Probably not the smartest idea in hindsight.

I don't want to make it sound like I hadn't worked on anything for the project up to that point. I had gathered a lot of the information and magazine articles that my group was going to use for our group project. And my co-partner Stephanie had also gathered a lot of information and magazine articles to use for the group project as well. The other two guys in my group, John and Robert, had done NOTHING up to this point. Everytime we'd have a group meeting, Stephanie and I would show up, while Robert and John did not. Everytime we'd try and e-mail them, they would not respond. Every time we'd talk about getting together, John and Robert would talk about doing so, but would never make the effort to get together.

So the brunt of the project fell on the shoulders of my partner Stephanie, and yours truly. No big whup in my eyes. The project wasn't hard, all it took was a little bit of brainpower and a few hours of work.

So I stayed up for most of the night last night working on typing up all the statistics and data that we used for the project. I typed up all the magazine comparisons that we used for our project. Despite still being sleep deprived from the previous weekend's trip to Washington, I woke up extra early this morning and printed out all the information I wrote last night, and pasted all the magazine clippings and data to a project board. And I made it an extra point to get the poster board to class today for poster presentation.

The poster presentation wasn't really much of anything. It mainly consisted of the class walking around and checking out each other's posters. No big whup.

But after the poster presentation, the teacher handed out a group member evaluation form which each member of the group was asked to fill out. John and Robert leaned to each other, and told each other to give themselves favorable scores. He then turned to me and told me to give them favorable scores as well.

"No problem. Not like I care about this project anyways."

So I gave them favorable scores and pretended to turn the sheet into the teacher. But little did they know that I had another sheet tucked into my bag. And after class, I wrote a manifesto of sorts on my evaluation form about how Stephanie and I did 100% of the work (that's no bullshit), and that John and Robert basically did squat.

It sounds kinda petty now, but I saw my evaluation as a bit of a vindication of sorts, from all the times in high school and in college whenever we would have group projects and me (and someone else) would end up dong ALL the work. So I let them have it. It's not like I had to embellish or anything. I basically just told the teacher via the evaluation form, everything that Stephanie and I had done, and how little John and Robert had done.

Take that you fuckin jocks. Felt like "droppin some chronic flakes on yo ass beyotch." ;-)

*pushes up horn rimmed glasses*

matt out