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Remember those group projects in school? They say it's a great way to learn teamwork, but let me tell you, it's more like a crash course in how to deal with people you would never voluntarily associate with. I had this one group project where everyone seemed to disappear into the shadows, and suddenly I was left doing all the work. It was like I stumbled into a solo performance of "The Three Musketeers," and I was playing all three Musketeers by myself. I mean, come on, guys, we're not reenacting 'The Hunger Games' here. It's a group project, not a battle for survival.
I thought about putting "Can work independently" on my resume, but I'm pretty sure that's just a polite way of saying, "My group members were MIA.
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Homework in school was like a secret society. You ever notice how there's always that one friend who mysteriously never has any homework? They're like the James Bond of the academic world, always cool, calm, and collected while the rest of us are drowning in a sea of assignments. I had this friend who would swear up and down that the teacher never assigned any homework. I'd be sitting there, buried under a mountain of books, and they'd stroll in like they just returned from a tropical vacation. I started to think they were in on some homework conspiracy, like they had a secret handshake with the teachers that exempted them from all academic responsibilities.
I even tried to bribe them with cookies to share the secret, but they just laughed and said, "Some of us are born with the gift of homework immunity." It's like a superpower I never knew I needed.
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You know, they say your friends are like your chosen family. And that might be true, but let me tell you, picking friends is a lot like playing a really intense game of chess. Especially in school. It's like, "Will this person be my knight in shining armor or the pawn that stabs me in the back?" You never really know. I had this one friend in school who was always borrowing my stuff without asking. You know the type. They see your pencil case, and suddenly it's a free-for-all. It got to the point where I started labeling my pens with things like, "If found, please return to the rightful owner." I even considered putting a GPS tracker on my favorite eraser.
But here's the kicker – when I finally confronted my friend about it, they said, "Oh, I thought we were like family. What's mine is yours, right?" No, Susan, that's not how it works. Last time I checked, my brother didn't raid my closet and claim my favorite shirt as his own. There are boundaries, people!
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Lunchtime in school was a battlefield of its own. Everyone staking their claim to the cafeteria territory like they're conquering new lands. I had my group of friends, and we had our designated table. But you know what they say – every table has its unspoken rules. There was this unwritten law about who could sit where, and if you dared to break that code, you were met with judgmental stares that could rival a disapproving grandmother. It was like a scene from a medieval drama – "Thou shall not encroach upon the sacred lunchtime domain of the chosen ones."
I once accidentally sat at the wrong table, and the looks I got could have turned me into stone. I half expected someone to pull out a sword and declare, "You have violated the Lunchtime Code – prepare to face the consequences!
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