I am really starting

To hate working in groups. Last week was a debacle when I had a presentation to do with some people who would have rather watch grass grown then try to succeed academically. Today one of my professors broke us up into small groups. I hate this shit. It makes me feel like a kid. I might as well have been wearing overalls and had a pacifier in my house. After counting off I realized I didn't have to move from my seat because my group was placed in my proximity. Within moments a rather rotund woman who's in my class said the following: "YOU'RE NOT IN OUR GROUP!" I kindly replied that I was aware of this and I was not facing them. She then said to her other group members:" HAY GUIZ...LET'S FACE THE OTHER WAY FROM HIM!" Whoa whoa whoa, calm down there Giddy Gina. It's not that big of a deal. I didn't come into your house and take a shit on your carper, which I am assuming is from the 70's. I base this assumption on the fact that your shirt resembled something an elderly female farmer in the 15th century of Austria would have worn. I also didn't appreciate the fact you yelled at me with your burly voice. Bitch, your voice was so manly that my penis went flaccid, when it was already flaccid. Next time you're strung out on heroin or whatever the fuck you take, please stay away from public arenas. Please do not expose your period on steroids to the masses. I am Baliwala. I am a one man group. That is all.