Post by Hazel Franklin on Jul 28, 2015 13:46:07 GMT -6
Hazel's Journal
The evening after the Magical Theory group project
Hazel keeps her journal as letters to her older sister, Olive. Her parents maintain that Olive is dead, that she's been dead for more than a year now, but Hazel finds writing to her comforting, even if the letters can never be sent.
Dear Olive,
There is a reason why I don't enjoy group projects. Something always goes wrong and I can never tell if it's my fault or someone else's and I never know how to fix it. Today's group was no exception. Trevor and Hayward were both there and we were doing fine. We were figuring things out. And then Trevor started acting silly. (He's always acting silly, joking and goofing around. I don't usually get his jokes. I don't know why he thought I would this time.) He called me "honey" and "sweetheart" and before I could do anything, Hayward exploded at him. He called Trevor a mudblood. That combined with Trevor's silliness and the stress of the project and everything else...I exploded too.
It all went downhill after that. I don't know what happened. I don't even remember everything I said. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't the right thing because it only made things worse. We were all upset and Lalani the prefect (I don't know how to spell her last name) coming in and taking points from Hayward didn't help. She didn't help with the project either, just came in, took points from Hayward (too many in any case; prefects can only take up to ten and she took fifteen, so it probably won't count), wrote something about the poster we were working on, and left. Leaving the three of us standing there awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with each other...
Do you see why I don't do well with group projects, Olive? I still don't understand exactly why the boys did what they did, or why it all turned out the way it did. I don't understand what I did wrong. I don't understand any of it.
I wish you were here...If you were here, you could tell me what I'm doing wrong and help me figure out how to fix it. As it is, I don't know anything and I can't do anything. I miss you every day.
Hazel
The evening after the Magical Theory group project
Hazel keeps her journal as letters to her older sister, Olive. Her parents maintain that Olive is dead, that she's been dead for more than a year now, but Hazel finds writing to her comforting, even if the letters can never be sent.
Dear Olive,
There is a reason why I don't enjoy group projects. Something always goes wrong and I can never tell if it's my fault or someone else's and I never know how to fix it. Today's group was no exception. Trevor and Hayward were both there and we were doing fine. We were figuring things out. And then Trevor started acting silly. (He's always acting silly, joking and goofing around. I don't usually get his jokes. I don't know why he thought I would this time.) He called me "honey" and "sweetheart" and before I could do anything, Hayward exploded at him. He called Trevor a mudblood. That combined with Trevor's silliness and the stress of the project and everything else...I exploded too.
It all went downhill after that. I don't know what happened. I don't even remember everything I said. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't the right thing because it only made things worse. We were all upset and Lalani the prefect (I don't know how to spell her last name) coming in and taking points from Hayward didn't help. She didn't help with the project either, just came in, took points from Hayward (too many in any case; prefects can only take up to ten and she took fifteen, so it probably won't count), wrote something about the poster we were working on, and left. Leaving the three of us standing there awkwardly, trying not to make eye contact with each other...
Do you see why I don't do well with group projects, Olive? I still don't understand exactly why the boys did what they did, or why it all turned out the way it did. I don't understand what I did wrong. I don't understand any of it.
I wish you were here...If you were here, you could tell me what I'm doing wrong and help me figure out how to fix it. As it is, I don't know anything and I can't do anything. I miss you every day.
Hazel
