For the first time in my life, I failed at school. Sure, I have seen a couple of C's in my life (well, one), and that was enough to force me to reevaluate my goals, change majors and give up a career in medicine for a career in leisure. But today, I actually got an 8/20 on a major project. Now, I guess I should feel ashamed of this, or embarrassed or something. But no, I feel smug. Why? Because this was the group project from hell, and every time I tried to make a suggestion, the other members of the group would gang up on me and tell me that I hadn't understood the assignment. I held my ground that the decisions they were making were wrong for a few weeks, but finally gave up when I saw that there was no getting through. I had to bite my tongue frequently to avoid getting personal during this debacle. Many of the complaints the professor had were points I had tried to bring up. Plus, the final product looked like something I would've produced on the Brother Word Processer my family had in the early 1990s. There was no introduction. All of this could've been avoided had my lovely colleagues sent me a copy of the final draft before turning it in. But alas. Although, I feel a certain "I told you so" superiority, I did fail in my own way. I failed at not being able to make myself heard, and that is pretty serious. But at least I'm not a moron.