I started in Environmental Science, which I did enjoy. I chose it because I aced Biology, had a mind for science and loved field work.
The lectures were overfull and we weren't allowed to sit down on the floor when all the real chairs were taken cos it was a fire risk. I had 26 contact hours a week vs my law/accounting/business friends 11. My days at uni started early, first year meant first in the labs, and a tight squeeze to get to tutes and lectures. It was very hard to take notes while standing, especially as we did not have smartphones or access to laptops and home internet at this time. I think I would have coped much better had I been permitted to live on campus with my friends, so close to the library, but due to my parents location I was not permitted to. I rented in a share house with two men and really struggled with what I now know as starvation. I went to student services for assistance but they were so full, they referred me to an off campus bulk billing GP. I had an adverse reaction to Lexapro at 18 and was locked in a mental institution for 3 months after the first 6 months of university.
About 10 years later I went back to study Cognitive Neuroscience, I wanted to know more about how why my brain was wired the way it was. Why did I have to be medicated for life? Why was I broken? How could I help other people to avoid such suffering? Plus a job sitting in an air conditioned office appealed to me at the time. I discovered very fast that the medication was the cause for many of the issues I was experiencing. That blew my little mind and it was the catalyst which started my rage and anger for the following few years.
One part of the course was basic psych, and I was surrounded by high school leavers. They had some really cool tardis shirts! The first assignment was so easy I could not believe it was university level. I had trouble getting around campus and still did not have reliable internet at home. I asked the uni for assistance due to physical disability. That did not work. The assistant knew less about the campus than I did and I really, really struggled getting around. I did have access to chairs that time! Barely 8 weeks in, I realised it was a crop of bull after the lecturer told us the information would be outdated by the time we graduated. This also meant we could not buy things like second hand books as they were outdated for our study. I was working 2 jobs at the time, but the cost of living was still too high and I dropped it.
It was such a contrast to Environmental Science, and I did not find the content challenging or interesting at all. It was more like "this is how we want you to think about those with emotional problems, but that will be proven wrong next year - so get ready to study accredited content for your entire career or accept the guilt of damaging your patients"
My mode of study now is observation of energy
😀 Its WAY more fun than classrooms. I doubt I will ever return to uni.
thrasherpix: At least your classes on cognitive neuroscience gave you insight. Many take psyche classes to understand themselves but instead project their issues onto others when they're professionals which contributes to negative experiences people have with them.
Good point!