Psi Chi Panel... With birbs
Complete with terrible, rushed photoshop effects!
Psi Chi is always fun for me. I love diving into a group of people whose dreams align with mine, still at the cusp of their journeys and full of questions. Academic futures abound. Everyone has questions.
I remember my first Psi Chi meeting in undergrad. I was too far down the "psych major" ladder to join, but I still attended the events. Two "old school" psych professors, both in their late 70s, loudly debated behaviorism versus cognitivism, the latter of which was defended by my very own chief advisor and drama extraordinaire. He humiliated the behaviorist, handing out papers with the man's most ridiculed quotes on them, even an article he had published in Esquire (yes, it was real). The audience boo'd the behaviorist, who coincidentally was also the department's most abhorred professor, and eventually the man threw his hands up and left, probably to crouch over exams and fail students relentlessly. It had been less of a debate (although it had started out that way) and more of a roast. I immediately knew I wanted in.
I didn't do much as a Psi Chi member in undergrad. Looking back, I wish I had. Although I participated in all of the mandatory fundraising events, I could have been a heavy voice to instigate change and clarity. If any psychology majors are reading this, take action and grab the wheel when you have the chance. Plus it looks good on your CV... *ahem*
Now that I am older and caught in the mire of what truly matters in undergrad, I try to be that heavy voice that I should have been years ago. The difference is that now I orchestrate rather than do the moving. The birds help me in that regard. They spark some level of curiosity, make psychology tangible, and at the same time enable my brief soap box rants about animal welfare and species conservation. And they make it look like I know what I'm doing.
Closing: Go kick some life ass!
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