Partner Projects (perfect-practically)
Mary Poppins sighed as she pulled into the parking lot of the cafe gathered her bookbag. Taking a moment to check her reflection in the rear view mirror, she took the keys out of the ignition and got ready to meet her partner. Generally she didn’t love group projects, but at least her partner seemed serious about the project and about school in general, so Mary wasn’t liable to end up having to strong arm her into doing her part.
It was cold outside and Mary wrapped her bright red scarf tighter around her neck as she rushed into the cafe, bag in hand. Looking around, she pressed her lips together in a frown until she saw her partner seated at a table and quickly crossed the room. “Hello. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long,” she said with a smile as she slung her bag over the chair so it would hang there. “I’d like to get a tea before we start, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Cinderella drank her tea carefully as she read over the assignment gathering her thoughts before her partner arrived. When the door opened and let a bit of the cold air in, Cindy glanced over and saw her partner in a stunning red scarf. It went well with the rosy cheeks the cold gave her… or maybe she always looked like that.
Cindy offered a cheery smile. “Hey there.” She shook her head and rotated the cup in her hands. “It’s no problem! I needed one too. It’s way too cold out there.” She waited for a bit longer figuring out everything that needed to be done. Even though she knew it by heart already and wrote down a few ideas that they could mull over. The project was supposed to be an oral presentation with two visual pieces. They were supposed to advocate for something and explain why advocacy is an important communication tool. They could present it in any fashion orally, whether it was something kitschy like a commercial or just a straight presentation. Unfortunately Cindy wasn’t sure what side her partner would take, so she wrote down everything she could for her few ideas and how it could work in both types. When the woman came back, Cindy put her pencil down and smiled.
















