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May. 5th, 2018 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
edenfallingAnnnnnd I ran out of time on my Communications final exam and had to half-ass the final two answers, because some delivery guy misread his address and I had to spend several minutes both finding which door he was knocking on and then sorting out where he was actually meant to be.
*headdesk*
Still, half-assed is better than blank, and I think I did a reasonable job on the other questions, particularly given my general lack of interest and attention all semester. (I was okay with thinking of it as "spy tactics 101" until it took a weird left turn into the psychology of evil and heroism as per Doctor fucking Zimbardo -- what that has to do with communications, I have not one clue, but by this point in my life I am never surprised when intro social science courses derail into the teacher's current pet pop psych obsession. Ask me about my high school sociology class sometime if you want a half-hour rant...)
*headdesk*
Still, half-assed is better than blank, and I think I did a reasonable job on the other questions, particularly given my general lack of interest and attention all semester. (I was okay with thinking of it as "spy tactics 101" until it took a weird left turn into the psychology of evil and heroism as per Doctor fucking Zimbardo -- what that has to do with communications, I have not one clue, but by this point in my life I am never surprised when intro social science courses derail into the teacher's current pet pop psych obsession. Ask me about my high school sociology class sometime if you want a half-hour rant...)
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Date: 2018-05-07 01:23 am (UTC)I have definitely had that kind of social science teacher. (In my case, the subject was linguistics and the tangents involved the theoretical origins of the nuclear family, which he had confused with marriage, and, well, at least he didn't put it on the test.)
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Date: 2018-05-08 01:13 am (UTC)My college sociology professor was fine, but I picked sociology as one of my required half-year electives in high school (and have spent every year since kicking myself for not picking shop instead) and the teacher A) spent way too much time telling us about his other job as an electrical wiring inspector, B) went to a multi-year school reunion halfway through the semester where he C) met one of his old students who was just coming out of a messy divorce and D) decided to make her and her weird New Age pop psych obsessions his co-teacher and his new class focus, respectively, in one of the most inappropriate attempts at flirting I have personally witnessed. It was so awkward. And we wound up with photocopies of so much terrible New Age poetry and readings.
Which is why I took an intro to sociology class in college, actually -- I wanted to know what the subject was like when it was actually taught instead of used as a pretext for unutterable levels of wtf.
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Date: 2018-05-11 07:11 am (UTC)Oh dear, that high school class does sound surpassingly awful.
(I guess I've been pretty lucky—the worst I had was a substitute history teacher who spent the whole class on tangents about things like potato chips and railways. He taught us absolutely nothing about the subject, but he was only there for one day, so he didn't do much harm. I sat there in baffled silence while one friend wrote everything down—she thought it was hilarious and wanted to put it in a play—and the other one walked out. Then we told the actual teacher, at length, and he promised not to hire that substitute again.)
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Date: 2018-05-11 04:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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