Which Reminds Me

Someone is trying to remind me of Spanish Lit class in high school. After the teacher makes her introductory remarks and sends us away to work on group projects, there we are sitting around in a circle, four or five of us, and all that Sylvia wants to do is chit-chat about whatever she did over the weekend and other matters of a personal nature having nothing to do with the task at hand. We only have a short time in class to work on these projects and no one will complain if they want to chat in study hall. And if I say anything about how maybe we need to get working on this project I will get some hateful glare from Sylvia and her buddies, as if I were somehow in the wrong. I always got stuck with the worst groups in Spanish Lit class.