Group Work

Today, I was supposed to meet with a group for one of my classes to work on a project that we have been working on all semester.  But here's the thing.

I didn't want to.  I really, really didn't want to.

I've been having a hard time of it lately.  The pressures of school, finances, and other things that college students have to deal with have been weighing heavily on me for the past week.  And I presented several arguments to myself (fairly convincing ones I thought) for why I didn't need to go, shouldn't go, couldn't go to meet with my group.  I've had a cough for two weeks, I need to stay home an rest.  My group was meeting all the way across campus, I didn't want to walk all that way.  It's too cold outside.  You're from Florida.  Forty degrees is suicide.  No one could survive such conditions, any sane person would have had all classes canceled.    Did my group really need my input at this point anyway?

See, I thought all of these were sound, convincing, and solid arguments.  So imagine my surprise when I actually got up out of bed, and went to go meet with my group.

I know this doesn't sound like much, but being the socially uncomfortable introvert that I am, and having the weight of a lot of pressures come crashing down on me at once made this a small victory.  I made a promise to my group, and I committed to it.

There's a saying my mom has, "I can do hard things".  I think that maybe, that's what integrity is.