bad journalist!
GIRL, INTERUPTED
Just because I walk staring straight ahead and usually bump into things or trip over doesn’t mean I am goofy. I am a Clinical Psychology major. Just because my cell phone is bright yellow and I usually wear green socks, doesn’t mean I am zany. I am a Clinical Psychology Major. Just because I know the difference between a Psychologist and a Psychiatrist does not mean I am well informed. I am a Clinical Psychology Major. The last thing though ironic is true. Ironic because even Clinical Psychology Majors don’t know the difference ………at least most of them and true, well that’s how it is! Ever since I took the plunge and ended up at Centre for Clinical Psychology I have found that all my playful little eccentric ways have been attributed to my psychologiness. A feature all laymen identify with us. At first I was confused but then by the process of habituation I not only grew accustomed but there came a time, I actually started feeling precious. This whole process evolved a period of time and is not just the result of habituation or in other words stubbornness.
It started, when in college I took up psychology as one of my elective subjects. Unfortunately, I was a science student before that and even more unfortunately got good grades so naturally everyone had expected me to become a noble “doctor”. However I had as good thoughts about doctors and studying medicine, as a daughter-in-law would have for her “Saas”(mother in law, its a phenomenon in our society!). Hence rebellious as I am I took up the weirdest elective combination (weirdest for the usual, pre-medical, pre-engineering and general science students) including Psychology. But let’s forget whatever happened in those two years of intermediate seems insignificant and far away. At the time of admission, in Bsc. Hons. , I was the only one from my whole psychology class at college who opted to major in Clinical Psychology which at least in my knowledge nowhere else except Punjab university offers in Lahore (hats off to us!) Ahh! After that everything went upside down…not for me readers…for people who knew me and I still regretfully do. My relatives would say “Arey beta yeh kis field ko lai ker baith gaye ho!”("oh good heavens dear! what the hell have you chosen for a carrer"..another social taboo) etc. In reply, if I would merrily exclaim that I find going to the Mental Hospital fun, their jaws would drop 10 feet down; elderly aunties would say “Astagfirrulah!”("god forgive her!"),“Tauba tauba”("i seek Gods forgiveness"), less elderly aunties would securely take their children away from me and uncles would merely give me a look, of an indescribable emotion…. at least we had read about it in our course. My friends, well at first couldn’t come out of the shock that I am leaving college and then apparently, very relieved, slowly stopped all communication with me.
Later came the stage where as a student at CCP I found that life was a little too academic. I vowed that I would not rest until I had done something about it—I vowed and then went into a slumber till we had taken our mid term exams. By this time I had come to realize that in this small department I study, I’d soon become some nameless faceless being, studying, studying and just studying… (a trend our poor ADCP seniors cant help following). Suddenly, jolted back from a state of stupor, the aggressive heroine inside me woke up and decided to initiate a newsletter cum magazine created out of the minds of Clinical Psychology students. This was actually a highly unachievable task since at first I had only the support of my per kitty Smurfet but later on by means of begging, pleading and finally threatening managed to pull up an editorial team that would do all the dirty work for me. Finally as I proudly showed everyone the final formatted version of my high handed slave drivery I realized that being a Clinical Psychology major wasn’t too bad after all.Atleast i successfully demonstrated the results of my newly acquired trait of "assertiveness" to the general public's misfortune...
NOTE: The newsletter of which this article was a part is still under consideration by the head of the department who refuses to like all the editorial team's attempts at journalism. Hence the so-called slave drivery and "assertiveness" has moslty gone to the misfortune of the editor, which would be me!
Just because I walk staring straight ahead and usually bump into things or trip over doesn’t mean I am goofy. I am a Clinical Psychology major. Just because my cell phone is bright yellow and I usually wear green socks, doesn’t mean I am zany. I am a Clinical Psychology Major. Just because I know the difference between a Psychologist and a Psychiatrist does not mean I am well informed. I am a Clinical Psychology Major. The last thing though ironic is true. Ironic because even Clinical Psychology Majors don’t know the difference ………at least most of them and true, well that’s how it is! Ever since I took the plunge and ended up at Centre for Clinical Psychology I have found that all my playful little eccentric ways have been attributed to my psychologiness. A feature all laymen identify with us. At first I was confused but then by the process of habituation I not only grew accustomed but there came a time, I actually started feeling precious. This whole process evolved a period of time and is not just the result of habituation or in other words stubbornness.
It started, when in college I took up psychology as one of my elective subjects. Unfortunately, I was a science student before that and even more unfortunately got good grades so naturally everyone had expected me to become a noble “doctor”. However I had as good thoughts about doctors and studying medicine, as a daughter-in-law would have for her “Saas”(mother in law, its a phenomenon in our society!). Hence rebellious as I am I took up the weirdest elective combination (weirdest for the usual, pre-medical, pre-engineering and general science students) including Psychology. But let’s forget whatever happened in those two years of intermediate seems insignificant and far away. At the time of admission, in Bsc. Hons. , I was the only one from my whole psychology class at college who opted to major in Clinical Psychology which at least in my knowledge nowhere else except Punjab university offers in Lahore (hats off to us!) Ahh! After that everything went upside down…not for me readers…for people who knew me and I still regretfully do. My relatives would say “Arey beta yeh kis field ko lai ker baith gaye ho!”("oh good heavens dear! what the hell have you chosen for a carrer"..another social taboo) etc. In reply, if I would merrily exclaim that I find going to the Mental Hospital fun, their jaws would drop 10 feet down; elderly aunties would say “Astagfirrulah!”("god forgive her!"),“Tauba tauba”("i seek Gods forgiveness"), less elderly aunties would securely take their children away from me and uncles would merely give me a look, of an indescribable emotion…. at least we had read about it in our course. My friends, well at first couldn’t come out of the shock that I am leaving college and then apparently, very relieved, slowly stopped all communication with me.
Later came the stage where as a student at CCP I found that life was a little too academic. I vowed that I would not rest until I had done something about it—I vowed and then went into a slumber till we had taken our mid term exams. By this time I had come to realize that in this small department I study, I’d soon become some nameless faceless being, studying, studying and just studying… (a trend our poor ADCP seniors cant help following). Suddenly, jolted back from a state of stupor, the aggressive heroine inside me woke up and decided to initiate a newsletter cum magazine created out of the minds of Clinical Psychology students. This was actually a highly unachievable task since at first I had only the support of my per kitty Smurfet but later on by means of begging, pleading and finally threatening managed to pull up an editorial team that would do all the dirty work for me. Finally as I proudly showed everyone the final formatted version of my high handed slave drivery I realized that being a Clinical Psychology major wasn’t too bad after all.Atleast i successfully demonstrated the results of my newly acquired trait of "assertiveness" to the general public's misfortune...
NOTE: The newsletter of which this article was a part is still under consideration by the head of the department who refuses to like all the editorial team's attempts at journalism. Hence the so-called slave drivery and "assertiveness" has moslty gone to the misfortune of the editor, which would be me!
posted by rainman | 2:22 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home