Last semester, I thought group work was the best thing in the world. So I signed myself up for three group-based classes. Now, it feels…so…hard. Working in a group means responsibility. It means that if you don\’t do your work, it\’s not that the grade will drop, but also you have the social relations with your group members. It also means that you have to work with other people\’s working styles. Not necessarily a bad thing, but adapting to others takes awhile. And this is most likely reflective of the real world.

I am so ready to see and meet new people. Maybe it\’s the fact that not only do I work with the same people, but I also hang out and live with them. Walking into CHI and meeting new people was such a great breath of fresh air. I liked talking to people without me knowing their work styles, the type of parties they threw. And I liked not knowing when I might see someone again, rather than being stuck in the loop that I\’ll see someone again in an upcoming meeting, an upcoming class, a lunch break. Although I love all my HCI classmates, I am so unaccustomed to being in the same group of people for all parts of my life.

Today I walked through Giant Eagle shopping for my red potatoes…when BSB started playing. An old song from their Millennium album. It brought back the flood of emotions during my turbulent phase. My slight rebellious wistful phase of naivete and hope. How I miss thee.