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I'm taking a gen psych class at community. Today I gave my presentation on visual perception. It was a nightmare.
I had to cut down my slides because time was an issue, so there wasn't much left. Originally I was in a group of five, but I asked if I could work alone. There were only four senses being done, so sight was needed. In forgot to tell my group for two days. Even though we still had a week to do something minuscule, my former group said "that's some last minute bs" "We waited for you Tuesday you should have told us then". Nobody told me anything, they have my number and email. I even downloaded a stupid group chat for them. That day my professor pulled me aside in response to a drunken email I sent him. It went like this:

"Dear Professor,


I don't call you a professor because you're a TA or adjunct.
I call you professor out of respect and tradition.

And I write you tonight, at this hour, because you are the last objective perspective I have in my life.
I have been killed mentally and physically over and over(Paton, 2018), trying to cross my point.

(APA is incredibly easy)

I have fought for what I know, and believe in for so long, not only because I live for it, but because I want to share this beauty with others.

Every time I open, and show this magic to someone, I am stabbed, killed, and humiliated.
Psychology has lead me to believe we are genetically born to be deceived.
Our senses have denied us of the many truths for so long. We are not capable of understanding the vastness, and futility of human life. Nor the universe and infinite.

There are six members in my group (including me). Only two have spoken a sentence about the project since last Tuesday. We are supposed to meet thirty-minutes before class this coming Tuesday. I have never met such complacent people in my life. I would rather do a ten slide power-point on sight, and present for ten minutes, than work with these imbeciles. It's very sad actually.

How can someone so poorly mistaken, mis-educated, have such a large impact on our lives? An 'A' for effort for those who attempt, and are incredibly misguided. Comprehending the infinite, and vastness of the solar-system crushes me, tears me, and pounds me into dust. I cry because of how narrow-minded these SHEEP are. How could I call the human race intelligent?

As a race we have to be the most intellectually disabled. We are destined to fight ourselves over land, resources, and space. Through some miraculous gift, I believe we are protected, and yet imprisoned by some unseen intelligent force. People disregard life other than their fellow man. Sometimes their fellow man or woman. This saddens me deeply because, the supposed lower conscious life is far more noble than any man. Understanding self sacrifice more than any human.

Tonight my uncle got into my personal space, and shouted spittle all over my face. All because I mentioned him walking a mile in my shoes. He exclaimed I would never understand what he went through and proceeded to call me a whiny b***h. I took a shower to clean myself, wanting to kill this prison-whore more than the person that lied about having HIV before sleeping with me. I don't have aids, though my hatred will remain.

I pulled him aside while my uncle was grabbing another beer, and had a private conversation with him. I told him if he ever got into my face again, I would kill myself after blowing his brains out. So he acted strangely submissive. Being a smaller pan-sexual man this sparked my curiosity. Did I beat this larger man in his intimidation game? Did I scare him to enough to think about the consequences of his actions?

Behavioral psychology...
This seems like the only approach we can take considering we're not mind readers.

Every day and night I struggle with the thought of, whether I'm a genius, or complete ret*d non-deserving of privilege. At least this is what's projected on to me. "A fool knows himself to be wise, yet a wise-man knows himself to be a fool." A chopped quote from Shakespeare. I thought of this when you mentioned most stupid people don't know they're dumb. Another sad truth among many.

My thoughts wake me up, and keep me sleepless. My feline companion is the only woman keeping me rational, truly.

I don't believe you when you say approaching psychology from seven methods is difficult. That's just a challenge for me. I'll use what's available to me. If it's not there, I won't use it. Simple.

I'm am one of the most ridiculously uneducated, simple, and worthless students, you will ever teach. If you can find a more, utterly stupid student than me, I will be profoundly amazed.

Are instructors always prepared for a hundred f*****g questions?





Sincerely drunkenly ignorantly stupid,
My Name




I understand you're a very busy, important man."

I gave my short presentation and tried my best not to look at the slides. My professor commended me for this, though he did fill in the gaps when I made awkward pauses. For that I do owe him a lot. He did his best to take the attention off me when I started to fumble.

Sat down and watched the second to last presentation, a short stocky man with dreads began his presentation on pain. He used the Milgram Experiment
for his lecture. Though nearly the entire time when he was talking about people inflicting pin and having to remorse he stared right at me. Into my eyes, like I was the only person in the room and the presentation was for me.
It felt like he was blaming me for something I didn't take part in, that happened years ago.
Do my hair and tattoos make me look like a Nazi?
I'm a dirty(filthy) blonde with medium length hair and grey scale sleeve tattoos. I have a lot of symbols mainly from video games. I do have a pentangle, and a tool tattoo as well.
I don't get it. Why me? The suicidal imbecile?

What the f**k?

What does the staring have to do with the drunken email you sent to your professor and your project group being difficult to work with? Seems like there are two totally different things going on in this thread...

Anyways though are you certain they meant to stare at you? Maybe you were sitting somewhere centralized and he was just trying to look out into the audience. I mean I imagine if I was trying to give a presentation I wouldn't know what to do with my gaze and would probably look like I am staring to.

Yes, and yes. It may be irrelevant, though I've written out the events chronologically.
It has to do with how my professor treated me.
"I gave my short presentation and tried my best not to look at the slides. My professor commended me for this, though he did fill in the gaps when I made awkward pauses. For that I do owe him a lot. He did his best to take the attention off me when I started to fumble."

I was sitting at the very front right. He was dead center. Nobody was beside me. He was very aware of my facial expressions. It felt very directed.
I thought the email would be humorous to some. It fits in college life, and saves the effort of creating another post.