In my drama class, we’ve been doing projects that require a lot of working together.
At the beginning of the year, our assignments were far more simple, being things like performing monologues or small scenes written by others for students. But as the year progressed, we were given much tougher tasks.
The first one was titled Karaoke Musical. We were split into four groups. Our assignment was to come up with a story from scratch and then find songs to match the plot and integrate them into the play. We had a week to write a 35 page script consisting of three primary scenes, and then another week to block it and memorize.
It was difficult. Very, very difficult. But we pulled it off in the end, and it turned out to be a lot of fun. I got to play a crazy old lady with an absurd accent and wear three hats at the same time, one on top of another. All was right with the world.
As the second semester progressed, we put together a murder mystery, a reality TV show episode, and a fairytale (with our own twist, of course). Each project had its own ups and downs for sure, probably the most with the script writing part.
And that brings me to the most recent project- titled The Last Group Project. Very original, yes.
For all the other projects, our groups were assigned by the teacher; but for this one, we were free to choose who we wanted to work with. Each team was to be seven people, no more and no less. So naturally, there were immediate issues.
Everyone quickly moved to group with their friends, and that resulted in three, not four teams. My teacher basically had to kick out people from each one to form a fourth group.
That fourth group is where I ended up.
Now, all the kids in my drama class are super nice people. They’re all funny and crazy and loud and wonderful and just generally marvelous to be around. But this fourth group, essentially the “forced-outcasts”, were not exactly happy with their place.
We went with our paper and pencils to our designated rehearsal area and sat down to brainstorm. Those first fifty-one minutes of class time resulted in some of the most awkward, uncomfortable, and unenthusiastic vibes I’ve felt in a long while.
No one really seemed to want to do this project. Not at all.
But I wouldn’t stand for that. I couldn’t.
I decided that if I had to, I would finish writing our group’s script on my own. It was frustrating having to do all the work, but I wasn’t about to let my own grade go down because my teammates weren’t super enthusiastic about the project.
I had a rather grumpy week (and weekend), and all I could do was wish that someone would give me a hand.
And then they did.
It was Sunday night, right before our final script was due; I still had a scene and a half to write. I logged on, and to my pleasant surprise, one of my other teammates was already there and writing.
My mood was immediately lifted. We finished the script, and by the time we were done, it had gone from a terrible quality lump of untied plot strings to a pretty darn good play.
The lesson here? Sometimes you’ll end up with people who you don’t necessarily want to work with (or who don’t want to work with YOU), but there’s always a way to make the best of it. If you do your share of the work- or maybe even a little extra- everything will work out just fine.
Stick together, nerdlings,