And by “group” projects I mean “I-do-all-the-work-because-everyone-else-is-a-lazy-turd” projects. It happens every time. I can’t tell if I’m actually the only responsible one in the group, or if everyone else just knows I’m going to finish everything by myself anyway.
Do you know how many all-nighters I’ve pulled this semester? Six. That’s six too many. Granted, three of those were my own fault for solo projects, but still. I’ve noticed a pattern with these things. Most groups have one or two lazy kids who inevitably get away with doing nothing. Then there’s the one person in the group who you think is smart and will probably do their fair share of the work, but bails on you at the last minute. And then there’s me, the poor sap who gets stuck fixing everyone else’s mess and doing four times the work because I can’t stand to turn in something that isn’t the best in the class. Maybe it’s because I’m Indian.
Either way, I am currently in the middle of the second worst project I’ve done all semester. I got stuck making a movie with three dudes in my filmmaking class. Can you imagine? Little, tiny, conservative me, alone with a gross spoiled brat hipster with long hair, a dude who pretends to be a thug even though he grew up in the suburbs, and… some white guy who’s actually normal. Go figure.
The problem is the hipster guy is trying to take control of the project even though I wrote the script and mapped out the entire film. Of course I don’t trust him, because he hasn’t handed in a single assignment on time, but he insists on being in charge. He’s not even good at filming! He’s horrible, even. But he thinks he knows better than me.
Let me tell you, there are few things more obnoxious than a hipster with a camera. At least when I’m pushy we actually get work done. This guy spent two hours trying to figure out how stage lighting works. I was at his house ALL DAY and we hardly got anything done. And you know, boys aren’t nice like girls are. They don’t stop to offer you water and order pizza even though you’ve been filming for five hours on an empty stomach.
Moral of the story: Don’t be a hero. Be the kid that gets away with doing nothing.