My most difficult assignment was a group
assignment in my freshman Honors English class in high school. It was assigned
after we read Spoon River Anthology, which is a collection of short poetry. The
book introduces a new character on each page, and they are all somehow
connected in a small way. This was a group project, but the catch was that one
group was an entire class. Each group (class) got a wall of the classroom, and
we had to arrange a visual display that showed the connection between all of the
characters in Spoon River. The project was a competition among all the
classes, and outside teachers came in as the judges to pick the display that
best connected the characters in the clearest way.
Our
teacher actually introduced the project by telling us it would be our least
favorite thing about high school. He assigned about six characters to each
student, and we had to fill out fill out evaluations on them to show their
relationships to other characters. Then he told us all to work together to
create a display to connect all of them. He was very vague because he wanted us
to be creative, but also because he loved watching how bewildered we got.
The project was difficult for a number
of reasons. I think the worst part was that the entire class of twenty-some
fifteen year olds had to work together to make a project that displayed one, cohesive
idea. I think that typically, most of the people in high school honors courses
are very into their grades, which makes them strong willed. Plus, many of the
kids in my class were natural leaders, and adding those two characteristics
together creates a recipe for disaster when there are over twenty people like
that who are expected to work together.
I was really quiet as a Freshman, so for
this project I was one of the students that went along with what the majority
wanted to do. Our class as a whole could not come to a consensus, so our
project was all over the place. I remember that I just helped with the little things
so I could avoid controversy and complaints.
The experience of that project was
obviously traumatic enough that I still remember it four years later, but I honestly
think that was the point. My teacher loved this project because it encouraged competition
between the classes. The grading scale was
based on the ratings that the judges gave, and everyone in the class got the
exact same grade, no matter how much work they did for the project. Each class
tried to work together to get the best grade, but gave up at a certain point
when it was too hard to come to a group consensus. It taught us that compromise
was what’s important, but it’s typically pretty hard to obtain.
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