socialization of the institutionalization of the stef
*dances around in circles throwing confetti*
BIO IS OVER BIO IS OVER BIO IS OVER
*quickly picks up all confetti and stores it in nose for safe keeping*
but there are the the soc,psych, eng, and rel finals
Oh why oh why did I take bio? to prove to myself that I could do it. That I wasn't some sort of social science wuss who wouldn't be paid much at all in the future... because I thought I'd have to have more science classes than I need for a BSC in psych. And because I dropped out of physics 30 when everyone else didn't and so I wanted to show I wasn't a quitter. ... Welcome to the realization of GPA and different strokes for diff folks... screw whatever being able to know science proves. Though it was neat information, I would never want a class like that again, an information cramming class so so so so so so so uncaring and unemotional and distanced. The way it was set up was like "Here's the info, now learn" - sheesh. No wonder it's hard to be a doctor.
*sneezes confetti everywhere*
But it's over. ANd I've just updated my head with the realm of sociological jargon that is the language of my 1000 class. Simpler than french and yet you tell me what anomie is, huh huh, yeah I know. Well you know what, after the quarter system in my high school taking 2 3-hour cousres for 12 weeks or such at a time with a new chapter test every week, it's not called cramming anymore, it's called review when you do it all in one night. It can't be cramming or I wouldn't have learned anything for my whole high school career.. oh wait... true. Well I attended every single danged class this semester, everyone, you'd think that would count for something, that my retention and transfer to long term memory would be that much better. It isn't. Never. ever ever ever. I know people have done psych studies on memory and neuronal pathways impacting memory but they need to come up with functional solutions so I'm not so out of luck when it comes to exams. The lowest form of learning: cramming.
Well pressure released test by test. Four to go. It's like having those honking 1000 page text books piled on my head and taken off one by one. Go figure. Well it's not diplomas. Yes it's money but can you think of something better to spend it on? Oooh a car, bah, or a laptop - who needs one if you don't go to school? who needs one anyways. Or a trip? well there will be time for that, it's close to one of the things that could rival with education for my hard-earned proletariat bucks. But apparently schooling transcends material things (soulds like a supernatural things doesn't it? Sociology could be a cult, it really could, actually any school of thought taken to an all encompasing level could play the role of cult, could control individuals, could be a structured and collective religion...). Anyways apparently one day all this pressure and the unnatural process of getting some letter behind my name will be entirely worth it.
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BIO IS OVER BIO IS OVER BIO IS OVER
*quickly picks up all confetti and stores it in nose for safe keeping*
but there are the the soc,psych, eng, and rel finals
Oh why oh why did I take bio? to prove to myself that I could do it. That I wasn't some sort of social science wuss who wouldn't be paid much at all in the future... because I thought I'd have to have more science classes than I need for a BSC in psych. And because I dropped out of physics 30 when everyone else didn't and so I wanted to show I wasn't a quitter. ... Welcome to the realization of GPA and different strokes for diff folks... screw whatever being able to know science proves. Though it was neat information, I would never want a class like that again, an information cramming class so so so so so so so uncaring and unemotional and distanced. The way it was set up was like "Here's the info, now learn" - sheesh. No wonder it's hard to be a doctor.
*sneezes confetti everywhere*
But it's over. ANd I've just updated my head with the realm of sociological jargon that is the language of my 1000 class. Simpler than french and yet you tell me what anomie is, huh huh, yeah I know. Well you know what, after the quarter system in my high school taking 2 3-hour cousres for 12 weeks or such at a time with a new chapter test every week, it's not called cramming anymore, it's called review when you do it all in one night. It can't be cramming or I wouldn't have learned anything for my whole high school career.. oh wait... true. Well I attended every single danged class this semester, everyone, you'd think that would count for something, that my retention and transfer to long term memory would be that much better. It isn't. Never. ever ever ever. I know people have done psych studies on memory and neuronal pathways impacting memory but they need to come up with functional solutions so I'm not so out of luck when it comes to exams. The lowest form of learning: cramming.
Well pressure released test by test. Four to go. It's like having those honking 1000 page text books piled on my head and taken off one by one. Go figure. Well it's not diplomas. Yes it's money but can you think of something better to spend it on? Oooh a car, bah, or a laptop - who needs one if you don't go to school? who needs one anyways. Or a trip? well there will be time for that, it's close to one of the things that could rival with education for my hard-earned proletariat bucks. But apparently schooling transcends material things (soulds like a supernatural things doesn't it? Sociology could be a cult, it really could, actually any school of thought taken to an all encompasing level could play the role of cult, could control individuals, could be a structured and collective religion...). Anyways apparently one day all this pressure and the unnatural process of getting some letter behind my name will be entirely worth it.
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....... .. .. .. ..... ... ... .. ........ ... < confetti