Lauren Wille

When I was a senior in High School I took a Sociology class. It was great. Loved that class. The best thing about it was that my teacher was the shit. His name was Mr. Waddlington. We called him Wads for short. He was a plump guy, but he was awesome. I always though it would be awesome to be married to him. Anyways…

Towards the end of the semester, our final project was to film a documentary. I forgot what it was based around, but it consisted of me and 4 other girls going around the school and filming interviews with all demographics. It was a pretty fun project. I was friends with everyone in the group so good collaboration skills were utilized. OR SO I THOUGHT. 

A few days before the project was due we lost the entire thing. As we scrambled for time, I became more and more frustrated. All of my ideas on how to finalize the documentary were shot down, and I refused to let it end up the way the rest of them wanted it. Not to mention I was the only one who was even moderately technologically literate. It took them hours to edit a 10 minute segment, and we were devoting our free periods and lunch hours to finishing the thing. 

I finally told them that they could edit it however they wanted, but asked if I could at least be in charge of the music that would accompany the opening and ending credits, and for background noise during the less noisy portions of the video. There was no way in Hell that I was going to let MY project be represented by the Dixie Chicks or Dido. 

So it came down to the last 2 days. During my lunch hour (Juniors and Seniors had lunch release, meaning we could go off campus to get food.) I headed down to the computer lab where we had been meeting everyday previous to this. None of them were there. Thinking this was strange but not yet giving up, I headed to the library. Once again, no luck. I then ventured to the cafeteria, then to the gym, and then to the study halls. They were no where to be found. Getting really pissed off and red in the face I called one of them who also happens to be my best friend. No answer. I then proceeded to call someone who I knew she would be with. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey. Are you with Laura?”

“Yes…”

I am going to KILL her.

“Can I talk to her, please?”

“…Okay.”

Whispering and quiet bickering starts. This is something that does not surprise me because apparently I’m the “scary” friend.

“Hello…?”

“Hello. Laura?”

“Uh huh…” (hesitant)

“Where are ya?” (annoyed)

“Wendy’s.”

“Oh really? Wendy’s? Because some chicken nuggets sound great right now but I can’t have any because I am in the library waiting for you, Annie and Claire to finish the project.”

Silence.

“Oh, shoot. I forgot to tell you. We finished it third period.”

So there you have it. My worst group project experience ever. All I wanted to do was the music. And just as I had feared, my project ended up having some “Kiss Me” song or something Taylor Swift-ish. We got a C.