Kate has been having problems with her partner lately in class. She has tried to get him involved with their mutual projects, but he never seems to be available. Kate has been forced to do the work herself. Kate has been very frustrated.
Until today I have commiserated with Kate as she has struggled with this problem. Apparently, today she got up to do her presentation, with which she was supposed to have worked with her partner. When her partner rose to join her, she turned and asked him what he was doing. He told her he was presenting his work on something which was supposed to have been done weeks ago. She called him on it and he sat back down.
I obviously have sympathy for Kate and her frustrations with her partner. But suddenly I could see the partner standing up and then dropping back in his seat when he realized that everyone knew how little he had done. Despite myself and my sincere regard for Kate, I saw him there in his chair, sheepishly watching Kate make her presentation on which he was supposed to have worked.
I am glad that Kate's work is appreciated by her teachers and recognized by them as her own. But for a moment, I suddenly had compassion for this guy who seems to be floundering like he doesn't care. There has got to be some reason for that lack of desire.
In my adulthood, I have seen the effects of depression and a mind's developing confusion. Grown men will act like nothing in their lives is worthwhile and important. They will make bad decisions based on a whim. Or what seems to be a whim. I don't know if that is his problem, but every behavior has a beginning. It takes a lot of effort and work to rise above it. Boy, do I know that.
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He is a grown man who had earlier in the quarter made it quite clear to our entire class that he didn't have an idea in his head. It was a lack of communication and his inability to take any responsibility that made him look like a tool. He sat down on his own accord. Thanks for painting me a villain.
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