The only professors who know are my psych professors, this semester and last (last semester was...a fantastic mentor. I'm so thankful for him),
and my communications professor, who read a rough draft outline for an introduction speech in which I mentioned having it, but I ended up not using it as part of my speech at all, and don't know that she even remembers.
I was considering dropping my psych class at the beginning of this year. My professor is abrasive, very confusing (not just to me) and in-your-face. Every class is like a Socratic interrogation. He's also a clinical researcher in the field, which is what I want to do, and he demands that his students develop a healthy questioning of authority and prevailing wisdom. I've come to really like him, and am glad I stayed.
I consider dropping my math class every day, as me learning math is akin to a dog learning the Twelfth Symphony,
but it's required for my major, and probably even more when I'm in graduate school.
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"Such is the Frailty
of the human Heart, that very few Men, who have no Property, have any Judgment of their own.
They talk and vote as they are directed by Some Man of Property, who has attached their Minds
to his Interest."