BUSINESS SCHOOL OR BABYSITTING???

If anyone had told me that going to business school meant involuntarily signing up for group therapy with people who only show up to criticize, I’d have said “no thanks.” But here I am enrolled, exhausted and leading a group I didn’t ask to lead

I didn’t raise my hand. I didn’t campaign. I didn’t even smile too long in anyone’s direction. But somehow, I became the group leader. By default. Or by divine comedy, I’m not sure which.

And the men in this group? Useless. Beautifully, consistently useless. Always “busy.” Always "handling something." But they somehow have time to circle back after deadlines to tell me with unearned confidence that I did it wrong. I, who have been carrying the weight of this group like a single mom of four grown toddlers, get critiques from people who haven’t lifted a finger since this assignment started. Amazing.

Every task becomes a one-woman show with a guest appearance by Ibijoke, who shows up like a breath of fresh air when she can. She’s the only reason I haven’t completely combusted.

And let’s not get started on the rest. You’d think with the way they avoid work, they were allergic to effort. Ghosts when the real work starts and experts when it’s time to give unsolicited feedback. I genuinely cannot wait for this program to end. Not because I don’t value the learning I do. But because I’m tired of babysitting grown adults in group projects.

Call it business school, they said. It's a leadership opportunity, they said. All I see is free labor and male mediocrity on full display.

I need a nap, a drink and for someone else to lead — just once.