Complaining

Imma be honest about Instagram

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I don’t like Instagram (IG)—never have. There, I said it.

The biggest issue I have with IG is that it’s a platform based on images, so a photo is required with every post. I don’t want to post an image most of the time I want to share something. I’m a writer. My product is text. So almost every time I post there, I have to create an image of that text. And that’s just silly.

I only joined it to host my 50-word stories when I decided, in January of 2021, to write 3 of them around a theme every day in 2021. I’d heard of accounts that had a shtick going viral on there, accounts like:

and I had big dreams of my 50-word stories being my shtick and doing the same thing. Since that didn’t happen, and I’m done writing them, I’m happy to not log in daily there to post them.

It’s no secret that IG is a “young people’s platform,” so my biggest draw to go there now is that it’s where a lot of my work colleagues post stuff.

So, I’ll hang out on my @instatome account, and let my @jm50wordstories account rest.
 

The dreaded group project

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Not that I’m still traumatized about it, or still in disbelief about it, or can’t let go of it, but on Tuesday, October 10, 2006, I made this entry in my blog:

Today I received an email from my professor with some “advice” on how to handle the fact that my project partner is not participating. Her advice was incredulous to me.

I dropped the course.

What had happened was…

The course was a Communication & Technology course, which I took during my third semester of grad school, and my group comprised one hot dude and myself. (To be clear, that’s two different people.)

At about 2 weeks into our project, we still hadn’t met to get started, and I sent him email initiating a meeting. After 3 such unanswered emails, another week without him in class, and the drop/add deadline for the course now approaching, I emailed the professor explaining what I’d already done and asked her to intervene.

Her response was, “You need to figure out how to get together.”

“Actually, no I don’t.”