You guys!!!! I made it into health sci, survived welcome week, and walked out of my first inquiry class finally knowing what it was: a social experiment. Endless rhetorical questions and discussions that inevitably wound up concentrated between the same 4 people seemed to me an unfortunate core-bound phenomenon until I realized that everyone else had … the exact same experience. And try as they did to convince me that it would be what I made of it, conveniently several of the facilitators were late on the exact same day before discussion devolved into an endless chain of voting, and voting on how to vote, and voting how to vote on that. Coincidence? We can vote on it. Now, I tried to tell myself that the classes given the course outline were clear proof one could exercise their free will even under the constraints of the windowless MDCL classrooms, and it’s true, some did unlock that mythical document. But even in my desperation to suppress the 1984-esque sense that I was being watched, I couldn’t forget that every experiment has a control group. In the case that I could look past the suspiciously similar trends in human behavior, the constant scribbling of the peer tutors (who for some reason can’t answer non yes/no questions), constantly haunts my peripheral vision; if they didn’t want to make me feel like a lab rat, they certainly weren’t doing a good job. Now, as I write this down, I’m trying not to scare myself out of ever speaking, as I’m 97% sure my grade is based entirely on yappability. It’s just that for a class that wants to put people at ease when speaking, they probably should’ve started in a room that didn’t have microphones hanging from the ceiling.
The Procrastinator 