|The Final Manifesto
||[Jul. 24th, 2007|10:25 pm]
(Things I hated about*) My Studies of Psychology
* - although sometimes accidently omitted, these 4 words should have started the title of every single post here. This is mostly about what some will call "nonconstructive criticism" and others "hardcore bitching", so those not negatively biased / passive-aggressive are excused from reading. I'll leave "looking on the bright side" to someone else.
To summarize my three years of strolling around the Hebrew U, here's my sermon.
Let's admit it - this degree is about GRADES. Now for all the research-method freaks, here's a little overview of their possible meaning, validity, reliability, what have ya.
Think about all the qualities you ever thought a psychologist should possess. Empathy, analytic thought, the ability to really listen and understand, creative interpretation, responsibility, social and emotional intelligence, you name it ... Well, fuck me sideways with a lunch-box if there's any mathematical formula in the world that can make grades predict 1% of that. Ah, lucky we have the interviews when we apply for our M.A. so that our professors can really get to know the real us ("Hmmmm.... You must be a bloody sociopath for getting an 80something on Social Processes").
In fact, let me do some predicting - I predict William James, Winnicott and Sapolsky a combined average of 60 on most tests we have done.
As for reliability, most questions I encountered on the tests were sadistic multiple-choice logical traps with triple-negations, overlapping options and mental wormholes that could suck in a spaceship. Let's see them reliability measures - where's that shitty Spearman-Brown or Cronbach's alpha for MY tests ? Oh, sorry - it's just a "theory of testing", nothing to be applied to real people like me.
Make no mistake - I'm not sour because my grades were not good enough to get me where I wanted. They were really alright, mostly because right at the end of the first semester I got the point - sacrificed some of the best days and nights cramming for tests, remembered as many meaningless details as I could, and there you have it. And as only a few professors have made an impression of being worth listening to, there is no real necessity of bothering to come to most classes (as I did).
Apropos professors. Really, some of the ones that taught me should not be allowed a stone's throw near a classroom, and some I would not even trust with teaching a horny rat to hump. Shit, dude/ss, if you hate doing this (and we CAN tell), then don't ! IMHO, the most poorly delivered courses were Developmental Psych, Behavioral Genetics, Language Development, first year Statistics, Perception and I probably repressed a few.
Make no mistake (2) - I love psychology. I just feel there are a hundred better ways of teaching it.
Make no mistake (3) - I'm not paying x000 shekels for that Mitam course and I don't give a flying fuck if it can get me into Harvard. I think those who are selling it on school grounds should be banned from studies.
And now for the social side of my Psychology Department experience. Coming to class for three sodding years with the same people only 10% of which ever bother to look you in the eye or (God forbid) say hello is not a thing I ever thought would happen to me. What da fuck is wrong with you people ?? A bloody world conference of deaf-and-dumb autistic slugs has more interpersonal communication. By the way, other departments at the U are different - go figure.
Last but not least - about this miserable site. If any of you computer-literate newcomers have time and power to invest in your fellow psychos and continue sharing valuable information to help them traverse this vast quagmire of academic horsecrap, feel free to email me and I'll gladly leave you all the keys to this deep well of useless knowledge.
Keep up the good work and don't let them get you down. You are a real Psycho. Be proud.