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R-E-M-Y... what's that spell?

How Random Babbling Becomes Corporate Policy

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Mad science gone horribly, horribly wrong(or right).

R-E-M-Y... what's that spell?

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run the fuck away
I can't spell very well.

Moment of philosophical pride for Remy, as well as a rant on group work begins............ here.

Okay, so in my Existentialism class we've got a plethora of assignments, including two group based presentations. So tonight, my group got together to prepare for next Tuesday. Let me give a quick summary of group projects in the past.

Group: "Here's the assignment. Remy... take parts A, B, C, D, E, F, G, we'll (between 2-4 people) do part H."

Remy: "Kay. Sounds like a plan to me."

...time passes...

Remy: "You know... I don't like the way those guys did part H... I'll do it over."

Now, I admit, there's some control phreaking involved, because I don't generally trust the others to do it the way I want to. But they're always more than ready to turn control over, and that's okay, because usually, I'm the best qualified one.

So anyway... lets skip to tonight. I show up at the group project, and surprise surprise, people are kinda expecting me to carry the group (not to brag, but some of my insights in class have eliceted muttered "Oh wow's"- take it how you will). But then... oh then... we set to working... and my group gets active. We start bouncing ideas back and forth. We start swapping interpretations of the text. It was productive! We got somewhere! It started with me kinda prodding, then we took off. I was definitely leading the group... but I wasn't doing a groups worth of work!

I loved it.

I don't mind being in charge, but I hate positions of authority. I like to be in charge because the people around me want me in charge, not because they're upholding an election or anything like that.

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