I'd Like To Take This Time To Detach My Jaw

EDIT: DISCLAIMER So I just found out that I need a score and one comment for each child in my class period... ... I thought it was just a comment for different people =/ I guess I'll just take the hit for that because I didn't know D=

So this year's coming to a close. No more psych class D= I will miss it. I really enjoyed learning all that I did in psych. I can't think of things that I specifically liked, because most of it was enjoyable, but I must say, it's quite easy to think of things I disliked. Probably because the majority of the human language is about negative stuff rather than positive stuff. >.> On to the class evaluation.

One thing: I did enjoy the personality quizzes =] super fun. I think we should have spent more time on the personalities. I loved reading up on my ISFJ type.

My favorite... oh... well... I think I already answered that oops...

I felt like I was in a regulars' class D= To be perfectly honest, there were some people... I just didn't understand. Heard Mrs. Halfen hated my class period; I don't blame her. And now I can't think of anything I specifically hated because someone AIMed me, and I got distracted...

If there's anything Mrs. Halfen should leave out, it's Solitary. at least Solitary 3.0... that season has little to no psych analysis D= I feel like we should have picked some of the best tests to watch and then discuss how it breaks a person down mentally or something.

Anddddd that was a suggestion >.> I'm getting way ahead of myself. Oops. More suggestions though, MOAR PSYCH BLOG PLEASE! Like start at the beginning of the year. I feel like I never actually did the blog in the class period. I mean I'd start it, but then I'd get home and delete everything or just MAJOR EDIT IT.

I can't think of anything I need help with going over for the final. I just learned all the sleep stuff I slept through in class (sorry about that Mrs. Halfen, there is no excuse as to why that happened) because of the take home test.

That is all. For reference: I'll have a 92+ average in the class. I can't find where I wrote down what I thought I'd have. I probably put like 93 or something. Close enough.

For All The Water In The Oceans Could Never Turn This World's Lungs From Black To White

So I got 5 out of 10 correct on that Lateral Thinking Puzzle IQ Test. All I can say is "What the cuss?!" I don't remember all of the test, and I don't feel like taking it again. Thinking outside of the box is WAY too much work for my non-creative mind; my IQ score according to The Internet falls between 130 and 138, so let's say I was average in that range thus I scored a 134.5... The Internet IQ tests seem to be a mite bit harder than the one I took in Halfen's class. 134 : 142 : 134.5.

I played around with the Brain Bashers site. Again, I do not think outside of the box at all. The illusions are easy enough, but I think it's only because I've managed to train my brain in spotting illusions because of the pop-culture integration of illusions when we were babies. By babies I mean younger than 18. The games... were just normal games.

As for the Lumosity thing, I felt like I was playing Brain Age... but the repetitive-ness of it made me a little tired and bored. If there's one thing I dislike about tests, it's lengthiness.

The Narcoleptic article was interesting but scary. I think if I had a friend like her, I'd be so scared for her life. As for the handwriting article, I think I already knew that intuitively. I've changed how I've written my "2's" twice and, just recently, my "y's."

Our Feelings Crawl The Walls. They Crawl The Walls And Finally Fall; They Finally Fall Like Empires And Old Loves.

So I originally started this post out about my short term addictions to video games and how I get super into them and then I just stop... but then I got home and completely deleted everything 'cause I realized there was something else I wanted to talk about.

With the upcoming holiday season, and the end of my high school career, I'm beginning to feel the Forever Alone-ness that has been my past four holiday seasons in high school. Best years of my life? Not when I look back and remember how close I've been to (yet still so far away from) spending the coldest times of the year with a significant other. With these thoughts frequently in mind, I began to search up psychology related stuff on why the holiday season = a search for companionship. My search was fruitless 'cause most people on psychology today are more focused on making themselves happy rather than why the cuss they feel sad during these next few months. I can't blame them, I mean, I'd like to feel happy, too, but I really really want to know why... kinda like House...

Anywho, so because of my lack of research, I'm just gonna go ahead and say why I think I feel this way... get ready for a cuss-load of conjecture!

I'd say that the primary reason I feel my Forever Alone-ness more now than the rest of the year is because it's cold outside. Cold = need to be warm = need sources of warmth = boyfriend. Also there might be a little bit of that seasonal affective disorder (hahah I just realized an acronym for it is SAD... that's just sad D=) kicking in... it probably doesn't help that I just got out of a relationship, so I'm definitely feeling the loss there. Conclusion? The most romantic time of the year has got to be the most depressing time of the year for everyone who doesn't have a romantic partner.

There... that wasn't a cuss-load of conjecture, but it still is conjecture; however, I'm pretty sure most people could understand my logic (though I am sure there's way more to it than just what I see on the surface). So cheers to four years of loneliness...

Do ya'll know that feel?

Let's Just Stop, Drop Everything, Forget Each Other's Name's, And Just Walk Away

So for this IQ test I got a subscale IQ of 134 and a subscale percentile of 99. Don't ask me what the latter thing means... my best guess is that it means I got a 99 out of 100 on the test? To be honest, I'm actually disappointed with the score - I know I can score higher than that (I participated in my aunt's friends' twin study about deviations in twins' IQ's; apparently my sister's and my IQ's are closer than most identical twins' IQ's are). The part of me looking for a reason for why my score is lower than I feel it should be is because the two people to my left decided to take the test together and outloud. Their resulting score after having restarted the test several times? 120. SMH. I was pretty distracted by some of their answer choices... when I hear something wrong I think, "Wow... Really?"  I kept my thoughts to myself and continued to take my test. But anyway, apparently I have either a very superior intelligence or an above average intelligence.

The Cyril Burt Affair
So what I got from this was that Sir Cyril Burt was an educational psychologist who studied the heredity of intelligence. I laugh that I chose this study because, after reading this, I realized this might be part of the research my aunt's friends' had been studying. Anywho, Cyril Burt did tons of twin studies, but after his death, many scientists began to find problems with his data; they began to accuse him of forging his unnaturally perfect data. So all the "proof" he had proving intelligence to be hereditary was flushed down the figurative toilet, and his reputation with it. Fortunately for him, some researchers, Robert Joynson and Ronald Fletcher, have "raised doubts about the accusations of a fraud." His name may yet be saved. Yay.

I'm just going to say this, from my familial standpoint, I'd say intelligence is hereditary. Both my mom and dad are of high intelligence as are my sister, my brother, and I. We all like generally the same things, and we all excel at the same things. Our extended family are also in the same intelligence range. I'd say Cyril Burt had something going, though I do admit that some of his data did seem "unnaturally perfect."

We All Know That You're A Beautiful Girl In This Horrible World

Note on the titles: yeah... they're all lyrics from Chiodos songs... idk why =X I guess I'm just letting it stick =/

SOOOO I'm super interested and curious about "who the eff I is" (lol, yes, Nicki Minaj....) so I tried to go above and beyond with the tests, but I realized I didn't really do so when I started typing up this post; thues I had to stay up half the night taking tests. Oops.

For those of you actually interested in me =] for who I am =] thanks for reading ehehehe.

1. Jung Typology Test
-I'm an ISFJ. They pretty much nailed me... I felt like not needing to take anymore tests after I read the reviews or whatever on who ISFJ's are (like not who as in a person, but who as in personality). For anyone looking for more insight on who I am, here and here are the links to the articles the test provided me with =] I was pretty much preening myself over my personality until I got to this one part in Marina Margaret Heiss's evaluation on ISFJ's that said basically because of who I was, I might "suffer from psychosomatic illnesses." That freaked the poop out of me (figuratively, not literally). And I actually feel like I get enough praise/recognition, so I think that one characterization about how we feel like we don't get enough praise/recognition of an ISFJ is wrong.

2. EQ Tests
-The first one was a 39 out of who knows how much with an evaluation for a range between 35 and 44
which basically told me I was pretty good, but I could be better, at being emotionally sensitive... or whatever
-The second one was a 72 out of 100 (not quite double my score from the first test; and a letter grade - according to the FBISD - of a D; buuuuuu) with an evaluation that said the same exact thing; I have "room to grow."

3. Prejudice Tests
-I was pretty proud of myself on the preference between African American and European American test - "[my] data suggest[s] little to no automatic preference between African American and European American." I attribute that to the diverse society I was raised in (my mom, who's lived all over the place frequently tells me that the FBISD area is the most diverse place she's lived; which makes me not want to live anywhere else). I mean, I'm a halfie, why would I be prejudiced when I'm two almost completely different races put together?
-I can't say I'm uber proud with the male vs. female test, but I can't say I'm disappointed in myself either. "[My] data suggest[s] a slight association of Male with CAREER and Female with FAMILY compared to Female with CAREER and Male with FAMILY." I'm a conventional child, what can I say? Heck, I still believe in "one and only" even after all the fail relationships I've been in.

4. My Sex I.D.
-Well... I scored the exact number that the average score of women who take the test is.
The first part of the test told me I was split evenly between male and female. The second part told me I was "right brained." Which is totally refuted by the next test I'll write about... The third part told me I was mostly empathetic and super feminine for it. What I understood from the fourth part is that my left hand is a woman's hand and my right hand is a man's hand... I guess you'll just have to take the test to understand what that means =] The fifth part was that thing with the faces we did before in Ms. Halfen's class... and yeah, I prefer more feminine faces. The sixth part made me feel pretty failure-istic. QQ I can't rotate 3D shapes in my head D= but I guess I'm a woman because of that. I'm female because I can associate several words with a word...  and apparently, asking for an even split, 50/50, of a pot is more feminine than masculine (females would demand less than 60% of the pot whereas males would demand more than 65% of the pot). Don't ask. I don't even...
post script: I think I'm the only one courageous enough to take this test =X I do admit that I half expected me to be slightly more "masculine" than I've been evaluated as being... *shrugs* but hey, I'm taking a test off of the internet, I can't really say this is the real deal and then begin basing my life off of it, now can I =]

5. Brain Inventory
-This test told me I was 65.4% "left brained" with a 61.5% auditory preference. The analysis didn't say much. I'm super detail-oriented and I tend to learn better from auditory cues versus visual cues... which gives me an "extremely efficient and businesslike approach to learning and life." And it's hard for me to have fun.
And none of that really made sense to me because I do too know how to have fun >=I And for those of you who know me, I am not "efficient and businesslike" at all... I procrastinate too much for efficiency and, being the people-lover I am, it's hard to maintain a business-esque facade for very long.

That's basically it... I mean, I feel like the most revealing test was the Jung's Typology Test... ... I felt like I could begin to fathom "me." I SO ENJOYED THE OPTION OF "MIXED RACE" WHEN ASKED MY DEMOGRAPHICS <3 Teehee.
I will say this: all the BBC tests started cussing me off because they were so freaking long... I wasted like 45 minutes on the "How Musical Are You" test, and the results had a lack of personality analysis. =X NEVER AGAIN, BBC; though I do plan to have fun with some of the other tests. =] Maybe I'll edit this post later on to include them.

And Maybe, Just Maybe, Life Would Be Everything We Wanted It To Be

TBH, I started this post in class, going super in depth with my life. Then, when I began to add to what I already had, I got the feeling of OMG-I'm-so-super-tired-and-I-really-don't-feel-like-talking-about-me-this-much. So... here's a really short version.

I was born on my birthday with my fraternal twin sister. She's older because she was "taken out first" (we were taken out at the same time), but if the birth had not been a C-section, I would have been older. We had a pretty average life... my first memory was of Nameless Sister and I playing with our many Barbies(c), and our mom calling us down to watch the funeral procession of Princess Diana. I think that kind of left an impression on me? I remember Princess Diana was a woman I looked up to after I had learned what had happened to her.

Pre-school and Elementary: I remember waking up one rainy morning, when I was around five years old, only to find my parents and Nameless gone. My Not-So-Little little brother and I thought they had left us because they didn't want us (a pretty reasonable conclusion when you've been compared to your twin your whole life). Our aunt came to pick us up to bring us to the hospital after eight or so minutes of uncontrollable bawling; Nameless had been rushed to the hospital over night. That incident seemed to be a starting point for several family visits to the hospital: Nameless had a kidney infection; Nameless had epilepsy; Mommy had thyroid cancer; I had a concussion; I fractured my left elbow; Not-So-Little has a problem with the alignment of bones in his neck (or something).

Thus middle school began. I joined the orchestra with a harp, and made friends with one of my current best friends. I made my first truly Asian friend which led me to the realization that I wasn't fully Taiwanese nor Caucasian. I managed to ignore or embrace that fact and move on with my life. I do admit that sometimes I wonder who some of my friends perceive me as: That-One-Asian-Girl, That-One-White-Girl, That-One-Weird-Girl?

By the time I entered high school, I had developed a deep and ever-lasting love for music. I dropped the harp (though I still play it when I feel up to it). I began dance (and later joined my school's dance team). I had intended on becoming a Federal Prosecutor, but I ended up participating in the theatrical portion of debate tournaments, and social sciences were never my forte. I joined the dance team, joining my band friends on the marching field. I met my One-and-Only, but he doesn't know that yet ;] My dream changed towards the end of junior year: I aim to major in early education, and later obtain a Master's in special education. The plans for my future are just an outline: go to college (UT@Austin or UH - I have no high aims until I graduate and begin working on my Master's at Baylor), maybe try a relationship with One-and-Only, maybe start a family (not necessarily with One-and-Only), maybe find the meaning to life. Maybe.