I’m taking my first psychopathology test on Tuesday and it is going. To. Be. Hell. We have 100 multiple choice questions and a case study. Th case study seems like it could be fun. It’ll be my first “diagnosis”! The test itself, however, I’m not looking forward to. Dr. H. is one of the hardest profs I’ve ever had and his tests are extremely hard. He makes no qualms over the fact that he tries to make the tests difficult. The subject matter is interesting though, so I’m hoping it’ll be at least digestible!
Dr. H showed these to us in psychopathology class today. I think they’re awesome.
It’s been a long time (a month and a half? Two months?) since my last post. I’ve been crazy busy since the end of last semester. I had to work over Christmas break and when I got back to school things just got crazy!
This semester I’m taking Research Methods and Design, which is one of the required classes for all psych majors even though it’s not technically psychology. I don’t much care for it, but it’s being taught by The Good Doctor Bad, so that makes up for it. She is having everyone form research groups that will pick a research topic and then go out into the field and research it. My group is doing something on method acting. Our thesis is something along the lines of “Does method acting make one a better actor? If yes, then at the what cost physically and psychologically?” We get to watch movies for class! Dr. Bad loves our idea, which is even more awesome!
I’m also taking a class on psychopathology, which is really hard but also really fascinating! Dr. Bad isn’t teaching that one…The head of the Psychology Department (We’ll call him Dr. H) is, hence the reason it’s so hard. Dr. H gave us a list of psychological disorders from which we each had to pick one to do our research paper on. I wanted Dissociative Identity Disorder or schizophrenia, but they were both taken by the time I got a hold of the list. I ended up with Somatic Symptom Disorder, which is formally Somataform Disorder but was changed with the printing of the new DSM. I think it will be interesting.
So that’s a quick look at this semester. I promise I’ll try and be better about updating!
This semester is so close to be over! No more Human Development classes…That’s sad.
I will have The Good Dr. Bad again next semester, though. Research Methods. EW. It’ll be ok, though, because I’m going to have an awesome professor. And I have friends taking it with me. I will make it through another number-centered class (I hate math).
Here’s to the end of a good semester and the beginning of a new!
I just did.
The last reading reflection assignment in Human Development was to write our own obituaries. I’m still not sure how I feel about that…It was kind of surreal. But at least, according to the prompt, I lived to the ripe old age of 90.
This is the article that I’m doing a presentation on in a couple of weeks. It’s awesome.
I was sitting in my classroom yesterday waiting for class to start when the Good Dr. Bad arrived. I noticed, as she walked by (I sit in the front row) that she had a bulge in her pocket and a paper towel peeking out of the top. She goes to the podium and puts her laptop and notes down, pulls the paper towel out of her pocket and I notice a blackish-colored mass in her hand. Then, from her other pocket to pulls a spoon. That was when I realized that the black thing in her hand was an avocado that she had sliced in half before coming to class. She then proceeds to teach class, eating the avocado with a spoon as she does so.
I have never in my life seen a professor teach a class while eating a whole avocado with a spoon.
I put this up here simply because of the title. I didn’t actually read it so I have no idea what it’s about other than dopamine.
Because these jokes never get old…
So today in class Dr. Badzinski was talking about emerging adulthood (ages 18 – 25-ish) and I had a nerd moment. She was talking about how emerging adults don’t have a black and white sense of what is right and wrong, but rather they are open to different ideas and ways of doing things, whereas older people don’t.
There is a TV show on the BBC called Merlin. The show tells the story of King Arthur and Merlin, along with all the usual suspects of Morgana, the knights, etc. The first couple of seasons act as a prequel to the well-known legends of King Arthur, where Arthur is not yet the king of Camelot. His father, Uther, is king. Uther hates magic, leading to some very dreadful decisions on his part. He had to have several people executed because they supposedly had dealings with magic. Arthur and Merlin tried to save these people, not understanding the path that Uther walks.
And how are these two things connected? Well, I was sitting in class today while The Good Doctor Bad was talking about emerging adulthood and I had a moment. I said to myself Arthur and Merlin are both emerging adults. They are around the age of 20 and they display this sense of inability to see the black and white of what is right and wrong and they believe that there are different ways of dealing with issues. Uther, on the other hand, is set in his ideas and ways. Everything is black and white to him.
BOOM. I psych-majored a fantasy TV show.