Going to smack the next person who tells me psychology is easy.
I don’t think I’ve ever genuinely been afraid of any my classes before like I am this semester. Sure, I was scared of my Criminal Justice class about five weeks in, and IB Bio was a bitch, but I pretty much wet myself during my syllabus readings on the first two days. In addition to this, I was forced to drop the first fun class I would have had in over a year and a half (Goodbye, Tai Chi) because my Statistics classes exams are scheduled AT NIGHT, DURING WHEN THE DROPPED CLASS WOULD HAVE BEEN (WTF MATH, SERIOUSLY).
Here was a brief analysis of my classes after the first class:
- Honors Intro to Sociology: One Phrase: Group Research Paper. I don’t have time for that shit, dropped it like it’s hot. Sucks because the $50 book I paid for is on its way here.
-Class Structure in the United States: Appeals to the secret socialist in me that my great-something granddaddy knew was there when he ran for senate under the socialist party (didn’t win, in case you were wondering). Lots of writing and reading, but looks interesting.
-Statistics 201: My teacher may be crazy. If nothing else he is Eccentric (capitalized for emphasis). To sum up class: I could not follow the rambling, at one point he blared “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga, and he asked us to applaud him twice. He’s also in his late 60s and is a Cuban refugee.
-Psychology Honors Seminar: TBA. No idea how these things work.
- Cognitive Psychology: Taught by a man who is so amazing the government actually pays him grants to study himself. Yes, the government pays him to figure out why he is so awesome.
-Research Methods and Design: Teacher was not there, TA read us the syllabus and explained how the class works to us. Told us that if we work more than 20 hours a week, have a social life, and generally are not robots we will not pass this class. One girl literally ran out of the class in the middle of the reading and when the TA asked her where she was going, the girl answered, “Dropping the class.”
I’m down to 13 hours, which makes me feel like a failure. I shouldn’t. I’m going to have several research and I’m taking two of the hardest classes that the Psych department has to offer. On top of that I’m trying to figure out how to function in my new job position, and I feel like I’m sticking up like a sore thumb. I have no idea what anyone is talking about there and it scares the crap out of it. Dan keeps covering my ass and helping me figure out what to do, but I think I pissed my boss off today. I’m so scared of doing something wrong that I’m too scared to do anything.
Here was a brief analysis of my classes after the first class:
- Honors Intro to Sociology: One Phrase: Group Research Paper. I don’t have time for that shit, dropped it like it’s hot. Sucks because the $50 book I paid for is on its way here.
-Class Structure in the United States: Appeals to the secret socialist in me that my great-something granddaddy knew was there when he ran for senate under the socialist party (didn’t win, in case you were wondering). Lots of writing and reading, but looks interesting.
-Statistics 201: My teacher may be crazy. If nothing else he is Eccentric (capitalized for emphasis). To sum up class: I could not follow the rambling, at one point he blared “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga, and he asked us to applaud him twice. He’s also in his late 60s and is a Cuban refugee.
-Psychology Honors Seminar: TBA. No idea how these things work.
- Cognitive Psychology: Taught by a man who is so amazing the government actually pays him grants to study himself. Yes, the government pays him to figure out why he is so awesome.
-Research Methods and Design: Teacher was not there, TA read us the syllabus and explained how the class works to us. Told us that if we work more than 20 hours a week, have a social life, and generally are not robots we will not pass this class. One girl literally ran out of the class in the middle of the reading and when the TA asked her where she was going, the girl answered, “Dropping the class.”
I’m down to 13 hours, which makes me feel like a failure. I shouldn’t. I’m going to have several research and I’m taking two of the hardest classes that the Psych department has to offer. On top of that I’m trying to figure out how to function in my new job position, and I feel like I’m sticking up like a sore thumb. I have no idea what anyone is talking about there and it scares the crap out of it. Dan keeps covering my ass and helping me figure out what to do, but I think I pissed my boss off today. I’m so scared of doing something wrong that I’m too scared to do anything.