Psych nurse action figure ?
Thank goodness it has something psychiatric about it; don't want to be caught wandering too far off from the subject classification, doncha know. Also, my mom was pretty much a Rock Star to those cats that day!
Or is it Skinneresque?
I'm not much of a Behaviorist.
And of course your mom is a Rock Star- she's your mom!
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I have a BA in Psych. When I took Behavioral Psych I had to do an experiment with pigeons in a Skinner Box: Did they peck at the food when the lights flashed, and if the lights only flashed but no food was given, would they still peck, yadda yadda blah de bla.
Well, I have this "thing" about birds. To carry the pigeon from the cage to the Skinner Box I had to place it head first in to an empty pitcher and carry it. Of course, I was asceered to even touch the bird, so I, um, "made friends" with a guy in my class who worked in the animal lab.***
Every day he would carry the pigeon to the box for me and we would "hang out" during the experiment, and then he would place the pigeon back in his cage. When the project was over, I dumped him. BUT, I had to go back and do some data, and animal lab dude was no longer an option, so I had to grab the pigeon myself. He got out and flew all over the lab! I cried until the Crusty Old Custodian came by, took pity on me, and somehow got the pigeon back in his cage.
I got a B- on my project (inconclusive) and I baked COC some cookies for helping me out.
*** No judgment, this was for science!
I have a BA in Psych. When I took Behavioral Psych I had to do an experiment with pigeons in a Skinner Box: Did they peck at the food when the lights flashed, and if the lights only flashed but no food was given, would they still peck, yadda yadda blah de bla.Well, I have this "thing" about birds. To carry the pigeon from the cage to the Skinner Box I had to place it head first in to an empty pitcher and carry it. Of course, I was asceered to even touch the bird, so I, um, "made friends" with a guy in my class who worked in the animal lab.***
Every day he would carry the pigeon to the box for me and we would "hang out" during the experiment, and then he would place the pigeon back in his cage. When the project was over, I dumped him. BUT, I had to go back and do some data, and animal lab dude was no longer an option, so I had to grab the pigeon myself. He got out and flew all over the lab! I cried until the Crusty Old Custodian came by, took pity on me, and somehow got the pigeon back in his cage.
I got a B- on my project (inconclusive) and I baked COC some cookies for helping me out.
*** No judgment, this was for science!
Should I be disturbed by this story? Does your husband know this about you?
Farawyn
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How Pavlovian!