We’ve all had to deal with it at least once in our college career: the infamous group project. There’s a reason there are so many popular memes regarding the subject, and every person reading this knows exactly who they are in the group project family. You’re either Mom who literally does everything, the clueless who at least tries, the pretender who doesn’t realize all college students know when another college student is bs-ing their way through something, and the ghost who literally might not even exist. No one in the group is sure.
I am Mom. Always. I would rather do one hundred percent of the work in a group project then suffer a poor grade due to the other group members. In light of recent events, I’ve been having a lot of group project mom thoughts, and they’re starting to sound suspiciously similar to thoughts of a real mom. And they are thoughts all other group moms can relate to.
Mom’s initial overall thoughts:
- “What evil forces were at work when I was grouped with these people?”
- “I didn’t choose this life.”
Mom’s thoughts on the Clueless:
- “At least they mean well.”
Mom’s thoughts on the Pretender.
- “Nice try sneaky, I see right through you.”
- “Don’t try to use those tricks on me, I practically invented them.”
Progressively the Group Mom gets to the point when they recognize their thoughts have become more and more similar to those of a real mom.
Mom’s thoughts on the Ghost:
- “Which one are you again?”
Final Overall thoughts:
- “Do I have to do everything around here?” And let’s face it, you do.
- “All your lazy butts should be grounded…I mean fail.”
I didn’t choose the Group Project Mom life, the Mom life chose me.