Wednesday, May 26, 2010

a guilty conscience

Every year we have one major research project. This is a project we supposedly work on all year, gathering data and analyzing it till the big Presentation Day. The thing is, most times some of your results get fudged. Usually professors require a certain number of patients to be surveyed, and that number is usually near-impossible to attain. So some survey results are doubled, or female patients are counted as male, or a missing question gets filled in by hand...You get the picture.

I hate it that we "fudge numbers." But there is a sense of fear that our professor won't find our work as acceptable because we didn't meet his or her expectations. (But seriously, was it my fault that finals happened to be right around when you wanted me to gather data? and was it my fault that you weren't in your office in the few breaks we get from class? and have you any clue how many other classes I missed so we could work on this project, for a grade that hardly seems worth it?)

Anyway, sometimes it's impossible to complete the task without fudging something.

The question is, what do you do when your professor wants to make your "research" more public? what happens when suddenly your research isn't just a school project? Thank God our research wasn't about life-or-death issues (sort of). And in our report we did admit that much more research would have to be done to prove anything.

Sure makes me wonder how much research out there is actually legit.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

stone age university

What could make a university classify as "stone age" you say?

It all started when we had to write Biochemistry lab reports. These are always fun. Everyone leaves them till the last minute when someone brings to school a copy of what someone wrote the previous year. No one knows for sure what is required of us in these reports, whereas in my college days we were specifically told how lab reports were to be written. This time we had about 10 classmates sitting together trying to figure out what data was valid and what was not (most of the data was made up anyway). I decided I wasn't going to get anywhere with the group and went to the computer lab to type up my report on my own.

I discover that the printer in the lab is out of ink when I'm just about done. No, there's no more ink to refill the empty cartridges.

I go downstairs and print the report from the school photocopy center (a key location on our campus). Success.

I turn in my report, though there's a sneaking suspicion that I've done something incorrectly.

The next day another girl in my class tells me when she turned in her report she was informed that typed reports were not permitted. Yup, it's true. In this year of 2010 a typed lab report will give you a zero. They must be written by hand.