I had my psych exam this morning and it was the shits. Buses were overloaded and it started pouring down buckets of rain. Then when I finally found my room (PNR = engineering? Gah.) there was someone sitting in my seat. Turns out my name wasn't even on the roll. Ack.
It was pretty hard! Well I thought so, but people started leaving half way through. At the end of 2.5 hours there was only about 5 people left.
Just like Prof. Niko said that in three years, there'll be only 17 people sitting in his lecture instead of 1700.
Far out, that's where I'm at.
I've known I want to be a psychologist since Year 9. I just know it's what I'm interested it. I don't really know how I know that, I don't even know that much about it, but it's a powerful kind of intuition so I'm going with it.
When I think about what I want in life, I have this dream that one day I'm going to be making a difference, as a psychologist. Not like Dr Phil, who's a joke. More like...that guy in Hancock, who eventually gets his heart campaign to the moon. A small heart that can touch many people.
Anyway, here's an interesting clip about discrimination/prejudice/racism that was in one of my tutes this semester. Heard of Jane Elliot?
Jane Elliot's A Class Divided (embedding disabled)
It is a bit disturbing, especially those kids' drawings.
