Monday,happy class time (read in a monotone, deadpan kinda voice). On the previous Monday, we handed in a "Readiness Exam" that we were supposed to have taken about Week 2 of the semester, before we were "allowed" to join a group. It was take-home. At the handout of the test, Group Zulu Dawn (there's a previous post to explain that one) came in taunting us, saying we would all fail. The prof told us more than once that most people don't pass it the first time. The mind games in the class are OUT-OF-CONTROL!

never had to work for a grade. And it's too bad because it's kinda important to success in business and management, apparently. Anyway, I made a B. It's a cel-e-bra-tion! (Sing it like Kool & the Gang did.)

Then, it gets even better. We sit through about half of U-571, listening to the prof tell us about this navy guy's referent power, that one's legitimate power, and human resources and communication problems exhibited by these poor guys on the broken sub. And I'm thinking "Matthew McConaghey, he's weird but he's cute." Zulu Dawn had obnoxiously given us some "Good luck" statement in some cheesy, fake-y way that had me mumbling and the boys in my group telling the girls to be nice. We show the prof the latest addition to the life-sucking paper. He says "Good." Then we all join together, and we're chomping at the bit to leave (it happens).Then, a discussion of the benefits of being a part of Beta Something Something, the business honor fraternity. He has invitations to join for the people who qualify in his class, 6 of the 15. And I got one! And 4 of the 5 people in my group got one. 4 of the 6! Leaving only 2 for Zulu Dawn (and none for the "off the bridge" group, but I don't think any of them expected one anyway). IN YOUR FACE, Zulu Dawn. This is why I don't play sports anymore. Competition gets to me.
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