Psychology 101

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Chapter 10 (v.1) - Imparting the Bad News

Submitted: January 21, 2018

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Submitted: January 21, 2018



Professor Ryan opened the door entered the classroom.  All the students were there and seated.  They looked at him with anticipation.  “I’m sorry I’m late.  I got held up by the President of the college.” Ryan came around the lab bench at the head of his class.  He wondered, “Why did colleges always put the psychology classes in the chemistry labs.”  He leaned on the front of the bench crossing his legs in front of him.  In his younger years, he might have jumped up and sat on it, but those years were gone now.

“So, here’s what we are going to do.  You are going to tell the class of your experiment individually if you worked alone and as a panel if you worked in a group.  Remember everyone must participate in the report even if you worked in a group.  As you report on your experiment you will tell what the letters LOCK means to you.  Finally, if we complete the reports on the experiment by our second meeting of next week, we’ll have our final exam and start our Christmas vacation early.

“Yo, Professor, what’s the big hurry?  It isn’t like we’re going anywhere.”  It was Joe Miller, the loudmouth in class and the one Professor Ryan had come to love.

“Okay, I have a confession,” Profession Ryan said.  “I being let go at the end of the semester.”

“Well, that sucks,” Joe said.  The others all started talking at the same time asking questions about why.

Ryan held up his hands.  “It seems the power that doesn’t like my little experiment.  They said they didn’t like their students begging in the streets.”

Joe yelled out over the din of conversations erupting again, “It was only an experiment!”

“I know,” Professor Ryan said.  “That’s what I tried to explain to them.”

Someone yelled out.  “That’s a bunch of crap!”  Someone else hollered, “We’ll write them a letter, and we’ll protest!”

Professor Ryan held up his hands again.  “Thank you for your support.”  He looked over the class.  You the best class I have ever taught, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.  You are the best!”  He looked over the class.  He noticed the Cindy Rose, the barista/poet/and singer sniffling and reaching for a tissue from her purse.  “If you want to take your time with your reports, and taking your final exam just to hang here with me, we can do that, I just thought maybe I could give back to you for you working your tails off for this class.  That is all.

Finally, the class was quiet.  “Professor Ryan?” It was Joe Miller again.


“This is the class is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I really don’t want it to end.”

“Thank you, Joe, but things do come to an end.  That’s life, but with that said, there is no reason we can’t meet once a week at some restaurant.”

Cindy sat up, raised her hand, and yelled out.  “We could meet at where I work, the Coffee Café!”

“Okay, set it up for us, Cindy.  Now, we really ought to do something class-wise, and before we start, let’s review the criteria for your grade on the experiment that we went over in class last week:

  1. How did others react to you?
  2. What did you learn?
  3. How did it change you?
  4. And finally, what does the word LOCK mean to you personally?

  Joe, would you like to start us off with your report on your experiment?” 

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