Overachievers Unite!


That’s me, with the long brown hair.  Doing the work.

I’m positive that MOST people are with me on this topic.

Think back to your school days. If you were like me, there were two words that I hated more than any other. Are you ready? Group projects.

Like I said, I’m sure most people hated them just as much as me. It’s not that I’m antisocial. But being a good student, of course I was always paired with the class dud. I never knew why teachers did that. Let the bad students be in a group of their own. {Sarah, if you do that, I am so disappointed!}

Of course, being an A student and wanting to get an A on the project, guess who did all of the work? ME!! Then, the skaters got an A. Because of me!

Mom and I watch “Project Runway” at lunch. When Heidi Klum announces the challenge, she says, “Oh yeah, this will be a group challenge.” You can see the slackers cheer. And the shoulders of the hard workers drop.

I think this hatred is universal. Kelley is always involved in some project at work and talks about the slackers she has to deal with.

Wouldn’t life be easier if all of the duds were in a group of their own? Far, far away.


Wouldn’t life be easier if all of the duds were in a group of their own? Far, far away.

I Am Thankful

I loved school. Especially the first day. You unpacked crayons, a glue stick, and sharp never-been-used pencils from your new backpack and hoped it would be a good year. As the teacher passed out the books, I would be so excited about what I would learn: cursive? Fractions? States and capitals? Each school year brought so much promise!

I must admit, for being so psyched about another year, by February or so I was done, over it, probably thanks to my teacher, my desk mate, or MATH.

Sadly, less than 60% of the world’s children are ever educated past secondary school, according to UNICEF.

I watched a documentary on Netflix last night called On the Way To School and it showed the risks children and their parents are willing to take to have something we in America take completely for granted: an education. These kids walk four to six hours a day through terrain as diverse as the Atlas Mountains to African plains, being responsible for younger siblings, and being wary of wild animals. Not only do these kids not complain, they go eagerly. One 11-year-old African boy and his 5-year-old sister left their house—and I use the term very loosely—at 4:30 in the morning to begin their journey. They outran elephants (apparently wild elephants aren’t quite as happy as the ones in “Dumbo” and kill people when they get the chance) but the boy dropped his water bottle—filled with water acquired by hand digging through sand until he reached the water table—in the process. But he didn’t want to be late, because it was his turn to raise the flag.

It really put things into perspective. Instead of complaining that I had lots of homework, I should have been thankful—I’m pretty sure I couldn’t outrun an elephant.