When asked to define the term on this morning’s bloodcurdling exam, I may have over-stepped some student-professor boundaries in my response.
I won’t get into too much detail about why I don’t regret it. Maybe my brain is just so fried that it refuses to acknowledge right from wrong. Ironic, a test on the brain is what inevitably slaughters it.
The correct definition, as it relates to Cognitive Neuroscience, is when a neuron has just fired and can not respond to additional stimuli. The nerve is empty, exhausted, and pretty much useless for the time being. And then I wrote about how
The poor neuron probably just studied too hard for a test that ate away the last week of its life.
I smile at the thought of Dr. J now sitting in her third floor Dyson Hall office, routinely grading these open ended answers before moving on to my own test paper.
Knowing how sassy and humor-oriented I can be when bitter – and yes I’m extremely bitter about this test – I thought about attaching a list of strategies to bump up her teaching skills as well.
However, I should probably hold of on that bit until AFTER finals week.
Journal Entry #23