Today started off rather unpleasantly. I slept through my alarm, waking up only twenty minutes before I had to be across campus for a doctor’s appointment. Twenty minutes gave me barely enough time to put on whatever clothes didn’t look terribly dirty, brush my teeth, and throw my hair up into a pony tail. Forget washing my face, forget putting on make-up, forget finding socks that match – I was disheveled. Anyway, I get to my appointment, answer all of the usual questions, schedule a check-up for next month, and head over to the dining hall. I really, really wanted a blueberry muffin, but they didn’t have any. I settled for some other montrosity of a breakfast food and watery orange juice. Back to the dorm room, where I sort of loll around and can’t get motivated to do any work. Sigh. At three o’clock, I go to history class and pretend to be desperately interested in the English civil war. My hand just about falls off from taking so many notes. After history, I went to the psych building so I complete part of my research requirement. When I get to the assigned room, the door is closed and there’s a handwritten sign telling me to fill out the appropriate forms and wait. I fill out the forms and I wait. And wait. And wait some more. Finally, the subject before me exits the room, followed by the most beautiful guy I have ever seen.
“Are you Jessica?” he asks. I nod, not trusting my mouth to work properly. “Super. Sorry about the wait, this shouldn’t take long.” I don’t tell him that I wouldn’t mind if the experiment took an eternity. So, I chat with him for a few minutes, do the experiment, chat for a few more minutes, and leave. At the moment I’m glowing. This grad student was so attractive and so charming and generally perfect. Plus he had these amazing eyes that weren’t just blue, oh no, they were cerulean. I’m smitten.
My day was saved from complete crappiness by the mere presence of a wonderful grad student. This is why I enjoy being a psychology major.
Serendipity, I know what you mean. I’ve had my eye on one particular grad student since he was the TA for my psychobiology class three years ago. Nothing triggers an infatuation quite like dissecting sheep brains does. He later served as the psych undergraduate advisor, so I was able to get my degree check done by him. Later, I got to tell my friend that “I spent 20 minutes alone with him in his private office!”
Narile, I didn’t hear that! ::clamps hands over ears:: La la la! I didn’t hear that! La la la!
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I met one of the cutest ladies at UCLA when I was helping administer a psychology experiment for which she was a subject. She was so pretty, and as smart as anyone I’ve ever met. A gifted and talented actress, as I understand. I used to say that if I’d met anyone who was destined to be famous, it was going to be her. To make matters even more extreme, her dad was an airline pilot, so she was able to travel by air free (or at greatly reduced cost). She once flew to Europe for the weekend, or she’d fly to Hawaii, where she could stay for free because another family member owned a condo. This woman had it all. Oh, and her eyes were blue, too.
Now she’s dead. She really shouldn’t have spurned me like that!
Just kidding—about the “dead” part, that is. The rest is all quite true. I understand she’s still acting (she’s listed on the IDMB), she’s performing in theatre, awaiting her big break. I hope she gets it.
Anyway, Serendipity, I hope you have better luck than I did–both with the cute person and with your psychology studies! (Maybe if I’d studied harder, I’d be better off than a disgruntled paralegal right about now)
P.S. I HAVE to ask a fellow psych major–how many times have you seen the film of the “Stanley Milburn” (sp) experiment (the one designed to test obedience by pretending to shock someone)? And how many times have you had an exam question on the difference between the “independent” and an “dependent” variables?
P.P.S. My answers to the above questions are: 1) At least five times and 2) can’t count that high.
If I see that Milgram film one more time, I might have to strangle someone. Same with dependent/independent variable questions.
Milgram, thanks for your wish of luck with the aforementioned grad student, but I’m planning on an adoring-from-afar tactic. If I actually knew him, I couldn’t really harbor secret fantasies of marrying him. As I see it, if I indulge in my silly little crush (as opposed to letting myself go into all out infatuation), it doesn’t make me a psychopath when I think, “The only reason he’s not in love with me is because he doesn’t know me.”
::gasp!:: Just trample a young girl’s dreams, why don’t you? Jeez, Narile, let me find some puppies for you to kick.
Trust me, I’ve been called far worse. You could have called me “Id”.
As for the Milgram film, I enjoyed seeing it over and over–I knew the points raised, so I never had to pay attention after the first time I saw it. I’d spend my time scamming on some good looking co-ed.
Same with dependent/indpendent variables, and also the difference between a field study and an experiment. Those questions were a snap once you knew the concepts, and you pretty much kew that they’d be asked in EVERY psych class you took. Easy points!
Of course, the bad thing about finding a cute guy who’s in the psych program is the overwhelming competition for him. In my experience, girls vastly outnumber guys in psychology courses.
(Not that I’m looking – but it’s something I’ve noticed.)
Damn, where are the cute grad students at MY school? Actually, we have a pretty good med school, and cute med students…mmm…
Hey, was anyone else disturbed by the fact that most of their class LAUGHED at the Milgram tape? Even when Milgram is talking about people laughing during the experiment nervously? I want to title at least one paper in my social psych class “Sheep. People are just godammed sheep.”
So, Sere, the question becomes: how do you find Grad Student Gorgeous? I say you contact the psych dept and say you were SO interested that you REALLY want to know how the experiment went.
Ah, the elusive attractive med student. Sadly, we don’t a have a med school, so I have to go out of my way to find a swoon-worthy doctor type. This weekend, however, I visited my best friend at SUNY New Paltz and met her current love interest, who’s a cute pre-med English soccer major. Intelligent, attractive, athletic, and accented. She’s so damn lucky.
Swiddles, you’re a genius. And since I actually want to know how the experiment turned out, I won’t be super pathetic, right?
