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In which my foot gets stuck in my mouth, retroactively
I should know better than to actually say out loud that I hope something doesn't happen, because Murphy hears me and arranges for it. Wherever he is, he's laughing his damn fool head off at me.
I am now stuck working on group projects for the rest of the semester with the one person out of the entire class who rubbed me the wrong way the instant I met her last year. Not only that, she's in charge of the group (because she turns into a basket case if she isn't in charge). And since we got to sort out our own groups, I can't ask to go into a different one. Yeah, I know, you get who you get for coworkers. But this is NOT going to make this class any more fun.
When will I learn not to wish for things like that?
I am now stuck working on group projects for the rest of the semester with the one person out of the entire class who rubbed me the wrong way the instant I met her last year. Not only that, she's in charge of the group (because she turns into a basket case if she isn't in charge). And since we got to sort out our own groups, I can't ask to go into a different one. Yeah, I know, you get who you get for coworkers. But this is NOT going to make this class any more fun.
When will I learn not to wish for things like that?
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