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Psychology
by Carole; Tavris Wade, Carole; Tavris Wade, Carol Tavris
Prepare yourself for what my friend Candi terms a “Non-Review.” That is to say, this is more about me than it is about this textbook…
Unlike some of you, I didn’t attend college straight after high school. [My Canadian friends say “attend university,” instead of “attend college” - for some reason Americans don’t necessarily make a distinction between colleges and universities. I did indeed attend a university—but I digress…] It was roughly eleven years after high school before I applied—and was accepted—to a “college.” By that time I was a veteran with a wife, two kids and a full-time job. I had no dormitory/fraternity house, flirty co-ed college experience. I had 3-5 hour night classes (we had no “online classes” back then) wedged between little league practices and Cub Scout meetings. Looking back now, I don’t know how I ever managed to get any sleep. (Maybe I slept at work?)
For my first semester I enrolled in only three classes: college algebra, english 101 and psychology 101. If you’ve ever attended night classes at an American university you may already be familiar with the demographics. Night classes are frequently populated with adults (people with day jobs) and are frequently taught by adjunct professors (people with day jobs). My psychology class was taught by a practicing psychologist who had previously worked as a “primate behaviorist” for NASA. In fact, he claimed to have been on the team that trained ‘Ham’ - the chimpanzee that NASA rocketed into space in 1961.
What does any of this have to do with a psychology textbook? Nothing at all - except to say I have nothing but fond memories of this class—and I got an “A”!
Unlike some of you, I didn’t attend college straight after high school. [My Canadian friends say “attend university,” instead of “attend college” - for some reason Americans don’t necessarily make a distinction between colleges and universities. I did indeed attend a university—but I digress…] It was roughly eleven years after high school before I applied—and was accepted—to a “college.” By that time I was a veteran with a wife, two kids and a full-time job. I had no dormitory/fraternity house, flirty co-ed college experience. I had 3-5 hour night classes (we had no “online classes” back then) wedged between little league practices and Cub Scout meetings. Looking back now, I don’t know how I ever managed to get any sleep. (Maybe I slept at work?)
For my first semester I enrolled in only three classes: college algebra, english 101 and psychology 101. If you’ve ever attended night classes at an American university you may already be familiar with the demographics. Night classes are frequently populated with adults (people with day jobs) and are frequently taught by adjunct professors (people with day jobs). My psychology class was taught by a practicing psychologist who had previously worked as a “primate behaviorist” for NASA. In fact, he claimed to have been on the team that trained ‘Ham’ - the chimpanzee that NASA rocketed into space in 1961.
What does any of this have to do with a psychology textbook? Nothing at all - except to say I have nothing but fond memories of this class—and I got an “A”!