Psychology 101

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Chapter 9 (v.1) - Rough Turn of Events

Submitted: January 20, 2018

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Submitted: January 20, 2018



“Professor Ryan, in my office for a moment?”  It was his boss, the President of the college, Dr. Kibbins. 

“Sure,” Professor Ryan said.

“Have a seat.”  He began.  “I know it isn’t a big deal because you are only an Adjunct Professor here anyway.  I mean, you should be retired but you came on board to help us out, but I’m afraid it isn’t working.  I’m sorry to say it, but at the end of the term, you’re finished.”

Ryan felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach.  “May I ask why?”

“There are some that think you are giving the school a bad reputation.”

“And, how’s that?” Ryan asked.

“Some don’t like our students begging on the streets.”

“It’s an experiment!  You did experiments in college, didn’t you?”

“Yes, but I didn’t go out and beg on the street corner!”

Ryan stood.  “Well, the project is nearly over, except for student’s final report.”

The President stood as well.  The pencil he had been fiddling with pointed at Ryan.  “You better hope so, or you’re fire right now.  Look, we’re a small junior college, we need money and people are upset about this experiment you are conducting, and if the funds dry up…” he didn’t finish.

“Yeah,” Ryan said and walked out.  What the President didn’t know was that Professor Ryan was nearly to the point of begging to stay on.  His wife had divorced him two years before, and he was renting a one bedroom apartment with a few pieces of furniture. 

As he walked to his class, he recalled what the accounting professor and colleague had said.  “If you and I had worked for minimum wage and had put all our money in mutual funds we’d rich now.”

Ryan thought, “But we didn’t, and life has a way of slipping away from us.”  He had never made tenure at any of universities he had worked at, so here he was working part-time at the only thing he knew, teaching, and living basically on Social Security.  But…he’d always wanted to make a difference in the students he taught, maybe he was just dreaming.  Maybe nothing mattered anyway.

He stopped at to the door of the class and leaned on the wall for a moment and took a deep breath.  He liked this class.  It was the only class he ever had with perfect attendance and no tardies.  He went back to that first day when he thought the class wouldn’t really amount to much as individuals.  He had been wrong.  He was going to telling them how great they were. 


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