Two down, two to go

     I had my second of four exams this morning: Theories of Personality. In truth, this class was more of the existential garbage which I hate. We were tested on eight or so men who were psychologists, most of them having rather philosophical or existential views; Fromm, Laing and Frankl, to name a few. The exam comprised of 80 multiple choice questions, 10 fill in the blank (which I hate) and ten definitions. I think I did okay on the MC and the definitions, but the fill in the blanks are so annoyingly ambiguous...there are several answers that make sense and fit, but only one specific one will actually be marked right, and of course synonyms are usually never good enough. I really don't mind though, because for this class the teacher gave us several marking options, and I chose to do the test and write the take-home which guarantees a C. And I'm okay with that. I have to be. Now I have a few days off to relax, and spend some of the Easter holiday with Matt.

     And I am mellow, and don't feel like writing any more right now. Tomorrow I am planning on finishing my room clean up, and reading more of Rumors. Now it's time for chocolate ice cream with Rolo syrup, yummmm.

     Thought I'd share a funny FML: Today, I discovered why my boyfriend was always so excited to spend the night at my place. Sex with my roommate. FML.

Crash and Burn

     Well I just finished my first exam, which is the hardest of them all. I wasn't sure if I was going to classify it as my hardest but now I definitely know it to be so! There is no way that anything could be harder than that.

     I don't know if I want to laugh or cry, or some creepy-hysterical combination of the two. Hmm probably the hysterical one. Allow me to fill you in: 75 multiple choice questions worth 70%; I knew a bit more than half and think I did okay with guessing the rest. Not bad right? WRONG! The next part was short answers, five questions worth a total of 30%. And I didn't know the answer to a single one.

     I'm really not kidding.

     One question asked something about how treatment of mental illness was improved and name the important figures in such transformation. Oh yah! I remember studying this! There was a list of people and they each contributed one thing. Um ... well one person ordered the patients to be released from their chains ... um, another person founded the York Retreat which was supposed to be a centre where the mentally insane were to be treated kindly. And then ... um ... someone said that mental illness does not equal criminality. Um ... 
     So I wrote that. Pretty much exactly that, literally leaving an underlined space where the names would go, so I could go back and fill it in if I remembered it later. (You have permission to laugh. I sure did when I was reviewing it: "you thought you'd remember?! Oh dear, Caitlyn...")

     I vaguely remember one of the questions to be about the discrepancies within the field of neocontemporary something-or-other. Um hmm yah forget it. It got so bad during the exam that I started to confuse who Skinner and Watson and Piaget were and what they did. And forget about the other randoms. Hull, Bartlett, possibly a Hall, definitely dozens of others ... I just had no clue.

     One of the other short answer questions asked what were the antecedents of Gestalt psychology? Hmm, well I remember that Gestalt psychology has to do with perception and all those optical illusions. And I remember reading about Functionalism before Gestalt. And I remember that someone named James had something to do with functionalism (I think? or was it Hull? or someone-else-whose-name-completely-escapes-me-right-now? Knowing my luck, effing-probably.) So I wrote "James developed functionalism, which was an antecedent to Gestalt Psychology". ...and that's it.

     Like, that's when I filled in my Scantron form, and got up, and left. FML.

Long, Long Time...

     Does that sound like the title or bridge of a country song?

     Anyway, I know it has been a really long time. Shame on me! I know. Perhaps I have no legitimate excuse, but I will attempt to offer one nonetheless; I have been so busy!! There were midterms, then I got sick, and now I have finals, and Matt is sick.

     When was the last time I went to class? Why are none of my papers done? Counting down two hours until my ten page Criminology paper is due. I have to write five pages on each topic, one of which is how families of prisoners are forced into their own version of incarceration due to the stigma of association. I feel that that topic is fairly easy to BS my way through, I think I can come up with enough information to fill hopefully four pages. The other topic is about how prisoners lose their self identity from the outside when they serve time, and how they are prisonized and form a new identity. I don't know how to crap that. There's only like half the necessary readings in my course pack, and it's soooo looong. I also have an eight page paper due tomorrow night on Masters and Johnson. While the topic is interesting at least, I need twenty articles and they're so long too.

     Why can't I just sleep as much as I want, take a bubble bath, read, and play computer games? Why do I have to have responsibilities :(

Breakfast

     Ahh breakfast, my love. And boy do I ever love breakfast. Pancakes, cereal, granola, porridge, waffles, fruit, crepes, breakfast buns, smoothies and shakes .... All are music to my ears (and the eqivalent saying for mouth).

     I woke up this morning, feeling particularly annoyed about having to spend my whole weekend doing school work. I know it's necessary blah blah. What I would really love to do is spend the day getting my room tidy, making cookies, and quilting. But instead, I have a 10 page paper due Tuesday in my personality class, a midterm for Clinical Psych Monday night, and a midterm Tuesday night in my Prison&Liberty class.

     It's not that the classes aren't interesting, I just don't want to write the paper.

     We're supposed to write a whole self-discovery paper about ourselves and our childhood, and how that has affected our personalities and relationships today. It's very Freudian ... but without Freud (if that makes any sense). I was going to do my paper on Erikson's eight stages, and how I passed through them during my life thus far, how I am shaped today because of it, and then branch off a bit into my relationship, and how that follows the same stages. It's all very interesting.

     I just love procrastinating.

     Since I am sickly poor, and have no suitable breakfast item, I have decided to make breakfast buns. They are fantabulous.

What The Crap...

What the crap.
What the crap.

So I went to the library just now to get the slides to copy. There are three copies on reserve, and they are all checked out. Now I was expecting that, but I was prepared to wait for them. Normally, things such as notes and textbooks are on reserve for a few hours and/or are not supposed to leave the library at all.

This is of course not the case.

Two of the three copies are due tomorrow at 5:30pm (lo and behold, the starting time of the exam), and the third copy is due Saturday afternoon at 2:15. Seriously.

I sent an e-mail to the teacher asking her to please change the time limit for the reserve items to something more reasonable, and not two friggin days.

Now what?!? ...