By Don’t Touch My Nuts!

Our Experience of COM 230




The class was Small Group Communication’s and I entered it scrupulously. I was one of the first students to enter the classroom and take a seat. As a short amount of time passed, the professor vivaciously made her grand entrance. “Hi everybody, I’m Puvana Ganesan, and I am your Com230 professor,” shouted the stalwart, yet petite stature. Well, quickly the chairs began to fill up, and four young gentlemen, much like myself, joined me. Salutations were made, but not much more than that was said from those sitting at the table, which was different from the other tables around. Then, after it was time for class to begin, the teacher informed everyone that in two weeks we would be getting together in permanent groups for the semester. So, she suggested we choose who we group with carefully.

Two weeks later, we were now decided and in our permanent groups for the remainder of the semester. We were given the excruciating task of deciding a team name over the next few classes. After considerable discussion we came to a conclusion. “Don’t touch my Nuts” was now the forever lasting ingenious name of these 5 extraordinary gentlemen. Those men go by the names, Dan, Shane, Todd, Jorge, and of course Tim. After a serious discussion we also decided that we were going to accept Jesus Christ into our group to play the role of praise giver. Furthermore, all of these guys are wonderful people, being especially important, they are also all laid back and easy going.

The Norms

The fun hadn’t started just yet. We were now given the task of setting the guidelines or rules, if you will, for our group. We were taught through painstaking lectures what those types of rules were, and how they should be implemented to be most beneficial to our group. Yes I know, this sounds fairly simple, but what must be truly understood is that we were dictating our own lives, and deciding our own futures. We are now are own governors, fantastic! We got straight down to business, and took a look at what exactly it was we needed to do. We had two kinds of “Norms”, as these rules are referred to: Explicit, meaning fully and clearly expressed or well known, and implicit, meaning implied or understood without direct explanations. We started off with the explicit, and our first rule was a given. Everyone knew there would be absolutely “No Singing!” Next, we decided it would be fair if we made rule number 2, “Keep everyone in check,” just to avoid any problems later on. Accordingly, “No making fish faces” landed the list at smooth 3rd position. Incidentally, our fourth Norm became “Don’t touch my nuts” following up and keeping the tradition of our ingenious group name. Alas, our last and final Explicit Norm was a tough one to decide as we had a few options, but nevertheless we prevailed. “When walking a dog, always use a leash” became our bottom line.

However, now we mustn’t try to escape the furies of Implicit Norms, and be enlightened on the issues at hand. First! implied norm happens to be the relentless, “Don’t touch my nuts”, and followed by a short second, “Don’t talk too much”. Now for the most important rule of all and easily implied, “Don’t commit suicide” because this would cause a disaster. How might one finish a group project if the group isn’t any longer complete, so please, don’t be so selfish? Moving on to norm number 4, “Don’t Bitch!” this too is a very significant norm. We can’t have any bitching going on around here. Lastly, we come the completion of our Norms with the all-infamous Implicit Norm, “Keep the funk alive.”

The Roles

Our group had previously assigned roles for each person to follow. We obviously have not been following those roles too closely throughout the semester. Originally we had given roles out to who we thought would be the best person for the part, but now we can see that we each have different roles. We can start off by talking about each particular role we each have come to fit into.

Tim was the main person that came up