An Open Letter To my Biology Lab Group

Dear Cute Boys Who Sit at My BIO Lab Table,

You are truly the cutest boys I have met in my entire college career.  I'm including all the cuties from the early 90's through the current date.  Your cuteness is as undeniable as your youth.

However.  Cuteness and "awe shucks ma'am" doesn't excuse you from doing your homework.

I would say it's safe to say at this point that I'm over the cuteness.  It's not that cute any more.

Kind of like when you get a new puppy, and the puppy can do no wrong, until the puppy chews through the power chord of the brand new phone?  Or pees on the antique oriental carpet?  Or worse on the antique oriental carpet?  Yes, that is how I feel about you now.  You are both less cute than a 12 week old puppy who has worse on the antique oriental carpet.

Of course, this annoyance COULD be because I sent an e-mail last Wednesday stating that the group project was due "Next Wednesday at the end of class" and all of you arrived without your work completed saying you thought it was due "next wednesday".  Well that statement was true... last week.

Today however, the project is due.  It's time to be turned in.

If you had done your work, I could be home. right. now. working... on other things.

You know what?  This professor adores me.  And I really don't think I am speaking out of place here...

I could take the unfinished project to her and turn it in.  After all, this is a group project defined within individual grading parameters.  I know I will not be held responsible for the lack of effort on all your parts.  I should have no mercy.

And yet, here I sit.

At least you are cuter than SRG.

Regards,
Type A Student Runner Mom