Freshman year I took a psychology class. I had studied
psychology before and absolutely loved it. It was fascinating the way people
reacted to situations, and how sometimes thought processes could be manipulated
in a way that someone could control. I always thought those kinds of people had
super powers, or that they belonged in Inception, so psychology was obviously
something I wanted to learn more about. I was excited to start a brand new
semester at BYU, and excited for my psychology class. Until about 3 weeks into
the semester.
This professor, ahem, DOCTOR (I suppose if you went to that
much schooling, you deserve a title) was more concerned about showing off his
scholarly language than he was about helping his students pass. The required
text was a good three years beyond anything anyone in a level 100 class had
learned (Except for two or three geniuses. There are ALWAYS two or three
geniuses in every class…) and TAs were hired at random. Struggling with
difficult language, and unhelpful TAs throughout that semester, I learned a
solid lesson: If you want to relate to people, and have them understand you,
simplicity is the key.
The whole point of journalism is informing the masses. In
order for the masses to understand cholesterol levels in arctic fish versus
tropical fish, some simple language has to be used. Granted, no one is really
going to need to know that tropical fish have more cholesterol unless there is
a sudden epidemic involving heart attacks linked with seafood, but the point
still stands! The WHY of the world is how we learn, and learning is only
possible when the explanation is easily understood. Society needs more people
who are willing to simplify life. Kudos to those brave souls.
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