The Group Work Conundrum
Feb 21, 2014 7:39:46 GMT -5
Post by Adelaide McLisk on Feb 21, 2014 7:39:46 GMT -5
There weren't any statistics about group work at college, or, at least, at Community College, which Add still couldn't help but see as college for people who weren't good enough to actually go to college. They'd accepted Add with her low GPA and attendance record though; going away wasn't really an option for her right now. So there she was, at Greenview Community College, and she'd been assigned group work. Well, in truth, it was less "group" and more "partner." Add had gotten partnered with Valerie Danner. There were probabilities there, many of which Add didn't like. She'd ignored them, even if doing so took an effort of will on her part.
They'd agreed to meet somewhere neutral to begin discussions and work. In this case, neutral meant a sort of mini-coffee shop that had been attached to the library. The place was fairly standard in the case of colleges and the like; there wasn't even a stat that immediately came to mind; Add just knew that the place fell almost too probably in line with things. She did note that she herself seemed to spend quite a bit of time in places like this. She had a coffee and several schoolbooks sitting there, including the one for the class they actually shared: English Lit.
Add browsed the book, thumbing through it. Literature always confounded her, no matter what she tried. Too many improbabilities, too many oddities. She'd rather be reading a math theory text. She sighed and closed it, tapping it with her fingers. She could feel someone standing close by, and the probability stated quite clearly who it should be.
"You're on time," said Add. Her voice was level, as though neither surprised, disappointed, nor pleased about this. She looked up, mostly by moving her eyes instead of her head, her expression as calculating as it ever is.
They'd agreed to meet somewhere neutral to begin discussions and work. In this case, neutral meant a sort of mini-coffee shop that had been attached to the library. The place was fairly standard in the case of colleges and the like; there wasn't even a stat that immediately came to mind; Add just knew that the place fell almost too probably in line with things. She did note that she herself seemed to spend quite a bit of time in places like this. She had a coffee and several schoolbooks sitting there, including the one for the class they actually shared: English Lit.
Add browsed the book, thumbing through it. Literature always confounded her, no matter what she tried. Too many improbabilities, too many oddities. She'd rather be reading a math theory text. She sighed and closed it, tapping it with her fingers. She could feel someone standing close by, and the probability stated quite clearly who it should be.
"You're on time," said Add. Her voice was level, as though neither surprised, disappointed, nor pleased about this. She looked up, mostly by moving her eyes instead of her head, her expression as calculating as it ever is.