The brother one year older then me was soon to save my college career. I had to take a class in research methods, it was way beyond me, I had no clue, nada. I couldn't even follow what they were talking about and we had to do an actual experiment. I had not even had statistics. I told my brother and he smiled and said I had forgotten but one of his friends from high school was in my class and he would take me under his wing. That kid was really smart and we had the best experiment. He taught me more about research then the class ever could. Later when I had to do research for my masters and PhD it would really help me. I was saved by my heroes, him and my bro. I must of been a burden to the kid but he never once complained.
But there was a lot to learn about research. Later, when my brothers were not there for me, I took another more detailed research class on rats in mazes where we had to do a lot of reading, I was totally lost. We did not have to conduct the research but we had to make a complete mock experiment and put in the data and conclusions etc. and in the proper style of mechanical fatalism or non creative existence and use all those big words I could not remember the meaning of. Again, I was at a loss and not clue. I went to the library and looked up a research that had been done on rats. I was young and foolish and at a loss but I loved to write outside of the box. I loved Gestalt theory because it was about the people and animals being greater then the sum of its parts and this teacher was more conservative and exacting. I was rebelling against his theory, still do.
I took the style of writing of Alice In Wonderland and said that because I could not find any lab rats and this rat with a hat and a watch, in a big hurry, happened by. I caught him and put him in the maze. Well, this rat was not any dumb lab rat with no brains. He caused all kinds of ruckus learned the maze in a jiffy, climbed over the walls and bolted out the door. I turned it in and waited for my grade. Believe me, I was happy to get the D I got. At least I had passed and did not have to take the class again.
I had learned to read, to study, to even plagiarize properly but I could not write a long term paper for the life of me. Yes, I had written all my life, but it was all my stuff. To put a term paper in the proper order with so many other peoples different ideas, to even remember them was beyond me. I had to figure this out on my own.
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