I started my new class tonight and Dude, WTF? My other classes have been graduate level and this one is undergrad. I was so excited, because I remember how much I loved my psych classes and how awesome I thought everything was. These guys think I'm trying to swill some kind of voodoo snake oil. I kept repeating, "it's supported by the research!" but I don't think anyone cared.
In other work news, I participated actively in an hour long meeting about what color jumpsuits the inmates could wear and how long their toothbrushes should be. Such is life in the ivory tower...
The undergrads never seem to find minute details about the science as fascinating as I do either. So weird!
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