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Behaviorist Psych Lab:
Fuck you. Fuck your data. Fuck your procedure. Fuck your theories and your journals and your stupid convoluted jargon.
I hate you. I seriously hate you. I never want to see you again. After this month, we're over. OVER.
You may have been the biggest mistake of all my undergraduate mistakes. ALL OF THEM. COMBINED.
... I swear to god. I know I make mistakes. So... many... mistakes. But I've tried so fucking hard to make this work. If I don't come out of this shit with an A... you will be dead to me. Not because I will begin shunning your existence, but because I will have killed you. Violently. And with great relish.
Tell Skinner he and his stupid box can bite me. And Thorndike can fuck off, too. The hell kind of name is that anyway.
- M
ps: you're fucking unethical. don't fucking ramble off your reasons and your rationalizations - you're fucking IMMORAL. the way you treat animals is WRONG and who the fuck even cares about variable behavior!?!?! AHHHHDIEDIEDIE!!!!
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Dear Behaviorist Psych Lab,
I'm sorry. Please disregard my previous message. I know I've made so, so so many mistakes, and I am sorry. I didn't do it on purpose and I really am trying. Please don't fail me.
Apologetically yours,
Morgan
ps: I had nothing to do with my boss firing your wife who hired me and trained me and I'm sorry I told you I wouldn't be here this summer so I couldn't keep working with you when actually I'm going to keep working for my boss who's firing your wife but I really didn't think I would be, at the time, and hey I mean after all isn't it for the best, really, since I fuck up lab so very much? silver lining, eh? eh??? ...please don't fail me.
Fuck you. Fuck your data. Fuck your procedure. Fuck your theories and your journals and your stupid convoluted jargon.
I hate you. I seriously hate you. I never want to see you again. After this month, we're over. OVER.
You may have been the biggest mistake of all my undergraduate mistakes. ALL OF THEM. COMBINED.
... I swear to god. I know I make mistakes. So... many... mistakes. But I've tried so fucking hard to make this work. If I don't come out of this shit with an A... you will be dead to me. Not because I will begin shunning your existence, but because I will have killed you. Violently. And with great relish.
Tell Skinner he and his stupid box can bite me. And Thorndike can fuck off, too. The hell kind of name is that anyway.
- M
ps: you're fucking unethical. don't fucking ramble off your reasons and your rationalizations - you're fucking IMMORAL. the way you treat animals is WRONG and who the fuck even cares about variable behavior!?!?! AHHHHDIEDIEDIE!!!!
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Dear Behaviorist Psych Lab,
I'm sorry. Please disregard my previous message. I know I've made so, so so many mistakes, and I am sorry. I didn't do it on purpose and I really am trying. Please don't fail me.
Apologetically yours,
Morgan
ps: I had nothing to do with my boss firing your wife who hired me and trained me and I'm sorry I told you I wouldn't be here this summer so I couldn't keep working with you when actually I'm going to keep working for my boss who's firing your wife but I really didn't think I would be, at the time, and hey I mean after all isn't it for the best, really, since I fuck up lab so very much? silver lining, eh? eh??? ...please don't fail me.