The paper ought to be four pages long. Typed. I have somewhat over that, and it was done Friday.
So, basically, I'm chillin' in the lab with my books and my cards and my online amusements, and slacker-prep's sitting next to me going "Aaaaugh!!" over his paper and expecting me to help him.
He was in my business group last trimester, so we had to pick up after his puppy-puddles. (He's 23 and ex-military. I'm 20 with no real world experience.) He was titular leader. I ended up de facto leader because I knew my shit and could organize. I ended up having a nervous breakdown at the last moment on the project. My sister took over, and her then-boyfriend, the One True Gentleman in Arizona, sat down next to me and told me gently but firmly what to do with the mouse and what to type.
Hah. I don't think I'll ever have to work with slacker-prep again. I RULE!!!