Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Geo Tele-Learn Assignment


Write a 1-page reflection about your understanding of science and why the philosophy of science is still an important idea that needs to be taught to all students, not just those who wish to pursue careers in science.

I love my mother very much. As cliché as it is, she’s been a source of inspiration to me for my entire life. And despite her lack of scientific training, my mother has always pushed me to be interested in science and technology. Just as she always made sure she was the one to use power tools in front of myself and my three sisters, my mother and father always told us that daughters of scientists were more likely to become scientists themselves (my father is a nuclear physicist). I have no idea of the accuracy of that claim, but it’s stuck with me, especially when I consider the path my life might have taken had she and my father not worked to make my sisters and me love science and math.

My math ability outstripped my mother’s in about sixth grade. She’s never been the one to whom I’ve gone for help with homework––I ask my father about physics, my older sisters for chemistry and English, my friends about math. But occasionally, my mother and I will have a conversation about science. She’ll come up to me and say, “I learned the coolest thing today! Did you know that when radioactive materials decay, they’re actually emitting particles, so they change from one element into another?!” I smile, and say, yes, isn’t that neat? And then we talk about half-lives for a bit. My mother is an intelligent woman––she holds a Masters in Industrial Labor Relations from Cornell, and is one of the most educated and accomplished pre-school teachers I know. Her students learn things I didn’t until I was twice their age, and I am constantly impressed by her knowledge of young children’s cognitive and physical development. But she has no scientific background. What my mother does have, however, is a sense of scientific inquiry, as well as experiencing the joy that comes as a result of scientific investigation.

I am often surprised by how little scientific detail my mother knows or understands––after all, I come from an environment where I and my peers are constantly steeped in science and technology, where as sophomores, we can make jokes about ‘olefins’ and expect all of our peers to understand us. Yet my mother is more informed and better educated than the average American––in fact, she often serves as a stark reminder of how low our educational standards can be. And those lax educational standards are terrifying.

It is because of those educational standards that books like Michael Crichton’s State of Fear do so well. Crichton has enough of a background, and has done enough research to sound entirely plausible––he even has graphs and scientific citations! How is someone who has at most an extremely limited grasp of biology, chemistry and Algebra II supposed to find fault with Crichton’s pseudoscience? If I, a student in the top science and technology high school in the country, can feel my convictions waver when reading Crichton’s extremely persuasive writing, how is an under-educated stay-at-home mother in Texas supposed to look at him critically?

The issue isn’t just that America doesn’t have enough scientists and engineers. The issue is that those individuals who don’t pursue scientific and technical careers, who become English teachers, politicians, and accountants, aren’t inculcated in the ‘proper’ though processes––they don’t learn to think like a critical scientist, and as a result, they miss out on understanding how science works. Thus, the commercials which claim dust mops have been “scientifically proven” to be X% more effective at cleaning floors, and thus the persistence of often dangerous folk remedies, because it ‘worked for my grandmother one time.’ I often say that “the plural of anecdote is not data,” but that is a concept which few people seem to understand.

The philosophy of science, of knowledge gained from repeated observations which can be shown to be wrong, is a concept vital to the well-being of our nation. Policy makers must be able to understand the attitude which informs the science upon which their policies rest, while voters must equally be able to question and condemn those politicians’ decisions. Educating all children about science and scientific processes is absolutely vital; if not because a certain literacy, and point of understanding is important for intellectual well-roundedness and well-being, then because our nations’ politics and futures rest upon our understanding and mastery of science.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Oh, when I was in love with you, then I was clean and brave: Or, Reflections on Nearing Graduation

1. I wish I’d teched before the last show of my senior year. It’s really fun, even if I’m not great at it, and the people are nice. There are both sex jokes and /insert non-judging word for 'prudish' here/, which is an interesting change from the all-sex-all-the-time dynamic of my normal social group.

2. I wish I’d stressed less and done my work earlier. I’m procrastinating right now, avoiding doing math review for my calc final, and I know that I’m going to regret that. I know that I’m going to wish I’d studied more so that I’d do better and have a final grade even though I’m a second semester senior in college who actually has a perfectly fine grade in calc. I also know I’m not going to end up studying very well, and I’m going to bs my English essay and just overall slack off on my homework. It’s going to be fun, and I wish I’d done a bit more of that junior year, but I also know I’d probably regret the results of said fun if I had.

3. I wish I’d started my college essays earlier and written them differently, if not about different subjects.

4. I wish I’d taken four years of chorus. I don’t know what classes I would have dropped, but every year I’ve taken chorus, it’s been the bright spot in my week, even when the Little Emperor was around. Also maybe then I’d be able to sing, instead of messing up my Les Mis audition so badly I want to vomit every time I think about it.

5. Although really that was more about the fact that I am so. incredibly. self-conscious. I should work on that more I suppose, but I think the best part about growing up that I’ve noticed is that I’ve gotten less terribly shy over the last four years. Incidentally, no one ever believes me when I tell them that—that I’m horribly self-conscious. Maybe I’m not really? I don’t know. I’m extroverted and know a lot of people and things. But I don’t like putting myself out there. I mean, yes, I’m an attention whore, but a lot of that stems from this craving for people to like me, to laugh at my jokes, to just give me some kind of positive attention. Which presumably most people suffer from actually, but I only have my own experience to judge from. But yeah, I think a good portion of my extroversion is me over-compensating, because I know that there’s the spotlight effect and that everyone else is as self-conscious as I am, &c &c ad nauseum. But that doesn’t make it natural, or easy.

6. I made a lot of friends at TJ. I’m going to miss them. I didn’t have many friends until middle school. I didn’t have a lot, or several groups, of friends, till high school. I don’t know that I would have made said friends at my base school. I’m terrified that I won’t make friends in college. But TJ gave me a lot of social skills and a lot of self-confidence. I’m friends with ‘popular’ kids! I have a boyfriend! I dress like a normal human being, and very few people remember a time when that wasn’t the case! When I was a freshman, I assumed almost everyone who was nice to me was doing so purely because they were nice people and I was a tiny, pathetic freshman. Now I assume it’s because they like me, or amused by me, or think I’m smart and need help with their homework. Which, on balance, is probably a better set of assumptions.

7. I’m still horrifically innocent. I think I’m knowledgeable, I can assume a jaded air, but my actual range of experience is fairly limited. This is true for most teenagers, but I think it’s worse for privileged old me, living in my magical suburban bubble. I will be sad to see that bubble burst, but it’s probably a good thing.

8. I really really wish I had grown up calling my external genitalia my vulva, rather than (incorrectly) referring to them as my vagina.

9. I don’t know where I’m going to college, and while I know how lucky I am to have the choices and ability to choose that I do, I wish that I’d applied to more and different places. The person I am now is very different than the person I was junior year when I was choosing colleges.

10. I know I’ll still be happy wherever I go.

11. I have terrible circulation. It’s April in Virginia and I have 4 blankets on my bed. Recently, some of them have started getting thrown off in the night, but only recently. I am terrified that I will actually not be able to handle a northern climate if I choose a college in the northeast.

12. But then I would have to admit to being worse at something than my older sisters, and I don’t think I could bear that. I love my sisters, but they are infuriatingly difficult to live up to, and I don’t want to concede any more than is strictly necessary.

13. I think having brilliant, beautiful sisters is part of what made my TJ years so difficult. It doesn’t matter how much you’re reassured that your parents aren’t comparing you, you know that they are. They can’t help it. You can’t help it. And you’re never good enough, because you know your faults better than your strengths, and it’s just the opposite for everyone else.

14. It doesn’t help to have obnoxiously brilliant and well-rounded friends either.

15. But at least I’m already used to not being a big fish in a small pond. I’ve been well prepared for the realities of not being the best at college or in the real world.

16. I’m constantly surprised that other TJ kids don’t seem to have realized that yet. My classmates need to be less judgmental and elitist. And that’s coming from me, one of the most judgmental people I know.

17. I’m impressed that I’ve kept up the Skirt Wednesday tradition for 5 years. I wonder how much longer I’ll do it. I wonder if any of my friends realized I was doing it without being told explicitly. I wonder if anyone else does it because of me.

18. Eighteen is a lucky number in Jewish culture, because the Hebrew letters which make it (chet and yod) also spell ‘life’ (to life, to life, l’chaim and all that). I’m turning 18 in May. I hope the coming year will be lucky, that I’ll remain as fortunate as I have been for the past 17 years.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Excerpt from a Gchat conversation on February 5th

me: you know
I should go to sleep
'm tired enough that I probably can't get any useful work done
but I want to talk
but I have nothing to talk about
oh being a teenager is so difficult

Fluffy: it's true
so many trials

me: man but so many things that you know are dumb are really important to you
and you can't turn it off
how stupid

Fluffy: what?

me: oh I don't know
I care a lot about things that I don't think I should
or that it would be easier not to care about
but I can't help caring about them
I'd make a literary reference here but that would be pretentious

Fluffy: go for it

me: oh
well like
raskolnikov
tries really hard to be this rational human
'stepping over' obstacles because he is extraordinary
but he can't
he can't put aside his feelings
he can't be a truly logical and rational person
and I can't either
not that I want to go around murdering people with axes
but I can't
I can't remove the ... silliness from my personality
silliness isn't exactly what I mean

Fluffy: do you want to give an example?

me: sure
so whenever I use the downstairs bathroom
I weigh myself
because the scale's there and why not
and the other day I misread the scale
so I thought I'd lost five pounds
which was weird and surprising
but also made me really happy

Fluffy: probably unhealthy

me: then I reread it and was like
oh no wait you're just dumb you are the same weight you've been for the past year shucks
and I was kind of bummed
and like honestly?
I don't need to lose five pounds
I really don't
I generally like my body etc
but if I think about it

Fluffy: you don't really have five pounds to spare

me: well I mean
sure I do
but not the point
like
I'd like to be 5-10 pounds lighter than I am
I think it's stupid that I do
and I'm aware of a lot of the factors influencing said desire
but I can't do anything about not wanting it
and that's frustrating

Fluffy: I'm sorry

me: I mean
I just have to accept it or whatever
but it's annoying

Fluffy: I feel like I should say something encouraging or helpful, but I don't really know what

me: I'd like to be perfect you know?
or at least better
but that's not going to happen
I should just accept my human frailties and move on or something
there are some other examples I could give but they wouldn't really add anything
but you don't find yourself struggling with this?
I feel like it's a constant battle for me--I dunno kind of mind over matter or something equally dumb
controlling my bestial instincts with my human logic
but not exactly that