There’s that saying “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.” Why is there a saying: “Just because there’s a phenomenon called impostor syndrome doesn’t mean you are not an impostor.” Except, not about you. You aren’t an impostor and if you think otherwise that’s just more evidence of how insidious impostor syndrome is. Me, on the other hand, I’m the real deal impostor-wise. I am the splotchy green canvas a drunk guy whipped up in a few hours and am now trying to pass myself off as a Vermeer.
(I realize that I haven’t blogged in weeks and now it’s two times in an hour, but bear with me)
Back in my Intro to Soc days I used to have students do this project on stigma.* Within minutes of my last post, a friend shared a link to this little Hollywood adaptation of that assignment (although I had students work in teams of two, not two hundred).
I’m sure that I’m not the only social psychology instructor that hates to show any part of the Stanford Prison Study because of the lackluster video and sound recording (especially evident about a minute into this excerpt). I mean it’s such an important and influential experiment – methodologically, ethically, and intellectually – one would hope that the documentation of research with such ramifications would be perfect or at least better than it is. However, I’m not sure that an endeavor like this is the answer. Continue reading “social psychology goes hollywood.”
My TA recently approached me about students in our class (stats/methods).
TA: I think we need to reassess where our students are.
SK: Oh, really? Why?
TA: Um… well… one just came up to me and asked, “what is this thing – a ‘mean’ – that he keeps talking about?”
SK: Oh! [eyes widened, worried surprise]
TA: Yeah, well, that’s not the problem. I said, “Oh! It’s just another term for the average” and the student replied, “Oh. Okay. How do you calculate that?”
SK: … [speechless]
At this moment I realized that I had assumed much too much. And that a sizable chunk of the class could have no idea what I’m talking about. And that this has been going on for more than a month now. On Tuesday I think I’m going to give a non-graded, evaluative math quiz with basic concepts – just to see where they are. I won’t even ask them to put their names on it. But I worry a bit that this will freak them out and/or seem condescending. But I don’t know how else to see where they all stand. After this, I have a little less faith in the world.
This is both a story about how I’m pathetic, and (cleverly) a way to brag. Soon, Top Chef begins. And through some mystical process, I have managed to get invited to watch the opening with one of the contestants! So I get the evite today and notice that only ten of us will be there. And so I think to myself, “woo! it’s exclusive!” So now I feel as if my experience isn’t cheapened by being common. And I can more legitimately claim my own significance. God, I’m a snot sometimes. I guess there’s no wondering why I study elites…
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