You get the exam and you, just yo
u, are supposed to look up the answers and fill out the exam.
>> Excruciatingly simple, except for those who do not understand the words 'just you' or in this case :"Students shall not discuss the exam with others."
What was done was lots of group work, work with upperclassmen, note sharing and other actions that would fall within anyone's definition of 'discuss'.
(Do you have one, Joe? Sure..... .)
1965 Fall - Emerson College- Psychology 101 -
Two hundred students jammed in a lecture hall designed for one hundred and twenty five.
Some people were standing, some people were sitting on the floor.
The Professor, whose name escapes me at the moment, opens the class by handing out what looked like an exam.
, he announces, "the final exam, in fact, the only exam that you will take in this class."
he said frowning, "you will take this exam on Jan 13th, 1966 at 10AM. What you see before you are three hundred multiple choice questions. If you attend my lectures twice a week you will hear, and be able to write down and study, all three hundred of the answers."
Whew, that sounds good.
"Or you can skip all the lectures and look up the answers in your text. I promise you that every answer to every question is in your textbook. All you have to do is look up the answers, write them down and study them."
Yea. Two free hours a week!!
"No one will be allowed to bring anything into this lecture hall on the morning of the exam except two Number Two pencils. No notes, no notebooks, no nothing. Ladies, no purses."
Murmurs...... . This was 1965, we weren't used to security then.
Anyone who wants to leave now, may."
About a hundred people got their stuff and left.
I stayed for the first lecture and looked through the book~ Psychology- An Introduction,
or something like that.
Flash forward three months, the week after New Year's 1966~~I had had mono for two weeks, missed the last three weeks of all my classes and was sitting on the floor of friend's apartment with my girlfriend, Mikki, (so much fun) going over her notes and some notes she had gotten for me from some of my friends so I could take my Finals.
Theatre classes, no problem.
American Literature, no problem,
Audiology, no problem,
Psychology......"How many of theses have you looked up?' she said.
I will never forget her blank stare.
So, we looked them all up.
All three hundred of them, she borrowed a book, I had a book, we looked them all up.
And wrote them down.
And studied them.
First, I read them over and over.
Then she read the questions to me and I answered.
Over and over.
On the morning of January 13th, 1966 at 10AM with two number two pencils, I went into the lecture hall, received a bright shiny new copy of the exam, sat down at a desk, waited for the signal to begin and then.......when they said go!, started filling out the answer sheet.
I was done in just over twenty-five minutes.
I got a "B",
(I think some of our answers were wrong).
I didn't learn very much, for years afterwards all I could say about Maslow's hierarchy of needs
Joe(~~~ D: All of the above.~~~~ )Nation