Because I never took a psych course my first time through college, I’m having to take Psych 101 this time as I pursue my K-6 teaching license.
It’s a class full of freshmen, taught primarily through Powerpoint slides, by a professor who likes evolutionary psychology because (as she says) you don’t have to prove anything in evolutionary psychology.
Leaving behind the obvious falsity of that and the lameness of Powerpoint-driven classes, the class isn’t too bad: the textbook is fairly interesting and well-written, and I’m learning some good stuff.
The teacher doesn’t have class today. Instead, for part of the chapter on perception, she’s showing us a movie:
What the Bleep do We Know?
Yep: that idiotic bit of pseudoscience produced by the followers of Ramtha (a 35,000-year-old elder spirit from Mu, as channeled by a middle-aged suburban lady) is on the docket for this afternoon for me.
Now, it doesn’t have to be. The professor told us that “if you are a person who is
easily offended by such points-of-view, don’t watch the film. This is
not a presentation of “truth”, but rather a presentation of another way
to look at life.” She told us not to show up if our views were easily threatened.
Goddammit. I was going to skip class because it was a waste of my time, but that’s throwing down the motherfucking gauntlet, Prof. She said (when I innocently asked) that we could have a discussion about the movie on Monday. You better believe I’m gonna be ready for that discussion. But I figure that if I’m going to go into class on Monday with information about how bogus the movie is and how utterly unfit it is for a nondemoninational psychology class (except as an example of confirmation bias and junk science), I ought to give it a chance: I’ll be watching it with my classmates this afternoon.
Meanwhile, I’m gonna be asking some questions to get ready for Monday; and if anyone has some good strong cites that can help me shred the movie, I’d love to see them. I’ve already read the threads here, the Salon article, the Wikipedia article, and the skepdic article.
I hate it when professors waste my time, but I hate it even more when they propagate ignorance. Monday afternoon I go into battle.