Let me just say that this was the first time I’d ever been in a class where a Tauranga lecture was involved via video, and it was mind-blowing. If I lived in Tauranga, there’s no fuckin’ way I’d go to class if my face was going to be skyped in for a bunch of strangers to look at on the big screen in L.G.03. Maybe a few of our Bay of Plenty classmates felt the same, as there was about seven students who showed up.
There’s not much to report from this class. Normally I get enough inspiration from the ten minutes before the lecturer even opens their mouth to crack out a Random Audit and be out the door before the real stuff begins, but not this time. Perhaps everyone was too busy psychoanalysing everyone else around them to actually be interesting themselves. My biggest problem was trying to make sure the people behind me didn’t catch on that I was outsider who was only there to make fun of them and that I had no fucking clue how to make it through a psych class.
The lecturer started up and all I could think was that his lecture slides looked like those error notices you used to get on real old-school PCs. You know, the ones with the blue screen and the yellow typewriter print that sent you into a meltdown about breaking the computer, and got you wondering how you would ever survive Year 7 if you couldn’t play Marble Blast. It was a shame, because I feel like this class could have been super interesting if it hadn’t brought back such awful memories. The Tauranga kids seemed just as interested, especially the one girl in the front who was definitely more interested in her phone (looking at you, red-and-white-stripes girl).
We were then told by the lecturer that he was going to show us some images and we had to say the first thing that came to our head – our most basic level of thinking which is, as he put it, our preferred way to think. Sounds about right. He then talked about how an ostrich is harder to identify as a bird than a canary. I have to disagree as they’re both horrible and I dislike all birds very strongly. I must say, though, I do appreciate discussing the fact that dogs and pigs and birds are animals; I always did like kindergarten.
Honestly, this class is pretty tame. There were no noteworthy students to mention (except maybe red-and-white-stripes Tauranga Phone Girl, or the kid in the front row with what can only be described as a possum hat). There was no juicy gossip to overhear. It was even too silent and filled with concentration for me to sneak out early, so I sat through an entire 40-minute lecture on something that I didn’t understand. To be fair, I didn’t really listen to what was being said - you could ask me what he talked about and I would say “memories and birds” - but who would’ve thought that a lecture theatre filled with psych students would be so plain?