The Old College Try

[bloodyrosemccoy]

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Nothing like writing a paper for a teacher you know will grade you down and/or argue with you if you present any opinion contrary to hers. Sure, the content of this medical anthropology class is fascinating, but there’s got to be a better pedagogical format than posing a rhetorical question, waiting for someone to answer with the expected narrowminded viewpoint, and then expansively informing that person that they’re wrong. Especially if a student answers with an open viewpoint and she waves them aside. If you’re going to convey the message “Hang on, I want somebody to be wrong on this before we move on,” then you’re probably not going to get a lot of responses to your questions. And those long pauses while people fail to volunteer to offer themselves up for the slaughter? We call those “wastes of time.”  The other possible ways we could be using that time?  We call those “useful ways.”

 

Of course, this is the class that started out with a dreaded Group Project. Not a good way to set the tone with me.

 

Anyway, this long ranty gripe is just my way of telling you that the tale of How I, Along With One Other Quick Thinker, Casually Saved Almost All Of My Friends From A Burning Building By Stopping The Building From Being A Burning One* will be slightly delayed while I write an essay on How Taking Into Account What People Think About Their Own Illness Is Sort Of Important, Even If You Know The Scientific Cause Of The Illness Already.** Rest assured, we will get to it.

 

It’s days like these I remember why I’m graduating the hell out of here.

ETA: The best part is that while this teacher is going to spend ten weeks trying vainly to convince me that You Scientists With Your Modern Medicine Ain't So Great, in another class a guest lecturer waltzed right in and totally sold me on the validity of midwifery and the problems of childbirth attitudes in the US.  Dude, it's all about the attitude; I am a fickle, spiteful thing.

 

 

*Accounts of this may vary, but I can assure you that no alcohol was involved. Or, at least, not in the way you expect. I’m not sure if this defends or damns us.

 

**For example, I can cite this very paper as a cause of the headache I am currently suffering.

Comments

[biomekanic.livejournal.com]

Wow that's messed up.

I just thought he was a poor author because if I read one more song or meal description in LoTR I was going to go postal. ;)

I bet Hunter S. Thompson would have given her an aneurism(sp).

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Well, I wasn't going to bring up why I think Tolkien IS a lousy author--but "having characters with vices" is not part of my criteria.

[biomekanic.livejournal.com]

Well, you know how impressionable youth are. Obviously if children read that Gandalf smoked, they're going to start smoking the 'halfling leaf'.

As for teachers... I've had some good ones over the years and some God awful ones as well. My 5th grade science teacher told us "evilution" was lie created by America hating atheists, my 6th grade English teacher encouraged me to keep writing, and not stop, my science teacher encouraged us to remember that science was serious business, but could also be cool and fun, 'cause chem explains why things go boom! So let us make some things go BOOM! and calculate how much energy we've released? My 6th grade math/reading teacher mocked me saying that someday women would be in combat "What are they going to do, hit them with pots and pans" ( mind you, this was... *counts on fingers* '79-'80).
I was an English 2ndary Ed major for 2 years, but I realized my own intolerance for stupid would eventually lead to a body count.