Learn to learn?

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    Learn to learn? Who needs to study in a modern university, my experiment is a year-long in one of the Kharkov universities.

    How did it begin.


    Hello ladies and gentlemen.
    I am a second-year student at the Kharkov National University of Radio Electronics, Department of Information Technology Security, and I took part in my own experiment lasting for the academic year.

    It all started with the fact that from school I noticed a certain predisposition of teachers to certain students and hostility towards others, regardless of knowledge. At school, they argued this: “We are all people, teachers spend more time with you than relatives, that’s why they become attached.” And that was true. At school, teachers spend more than 6 years with a handful of students, which is why we cross the frontier of business relations so often. This is normal and even more - it’s good, at school we are just children.

    And now the long-awaited step into adulthood, the semester of study and the picture suddenly repeats. Hundreds of students pass through teachers, time for memorizing names is a semester or less, and still there are certain sympathies. I was wondering what these keys to success are.

    The essence of the experiment.


    So there were three people that I followed. One object wildly worked on it, read the material a week before the lecture, during the lecture and a week after, did not sleep at night, because of study, deprived himself of the joy of friendship and communication, boobs, beer, basic hygiene, and even on your Internet not to be found, if it is not an essay or a term paper. All his life activities consisted in maintaining normal vital signs and studies. The second was a man who spent all the time on the Internet or in a brewery with friends, he did not study a bit and did not try. I must say that he was naturally smart, and maybe smarter than the first, but he did not develop this. The third was our headman. He was not naturally intelligent, but was very sociable. All day long he could sit at home and carefully draw something on pieces of paper, and come and pass everything before the exam (he didn’t draw money). The most surprising was that their results were slightly different. That is, the university did not care to graduate as a lazy person, specialist or artist, even if we consider that the profession is very responsible and very difficult to master many aspects. I did not understand who to blame and whether to do it, so I went into the image of a detective and began my investigation.

    I decided to incarnate for a semester in each of them and see what came of it.

    I must immediately stipulate what errors I made in conducting experiments:
    • I swam. Yes, yes, sinful.
    • I could not become a headman, so I decided to combine the second and third characters in one: I did not study, surf the Internet or draw.
    • The second and third are my best friends, so it was very easy for me to adopt their way of life, while the first didn’t interest me at all, and I could only guess how he really lives.
    • Some teachers stayed longer than a semester and I had to put up with my reputation.

    The first semester. Life is at the limit.



    Hell itself occurred in the beginning. After the summer, outdoor activities, daily football and boxing, music and films, drunken and partying, I interrupted everything. He formatted the hard drive and installed a clean Windows, cut down the battery from the phone, broke up with the girl, sawed off the contact, iсq, changed the password on the Google account, took down all the players and players and, going out onto the balcony, screamed loudly. To my surprise, there was neither brittleness, nor foam at the mouth, but on the contrary, I felt free. Tyler may have grinned while reading this, but really it was something new, completely new and beautiful for me. I lost everything and started to appreciate it. Sometimes I thoughtlessly stood in a minibus without the ability to even release at least one hand and sweetly recalled how on such days I could enjoy music in the player. I remember how I wanted to chat on VKontakte with distant and close friends,

    A week before the first lecture, I already knew the material. A week before the third, I knew the material of the entire course. When I had nothing to do after the lessons I had done, I began to dig additional literature. In order not to talk idly, I have read more than 5 books on assembler, damn voluminous for understanding the language. I got a share of satisfaction from this because I saw how every hour I soared over my old self, I liked reading, and besides, I became much calmer. At times I terribly wanted to abandon it, but I walked to the end. I did not speak with the teachers in a friendly manner, all the answers were dry and memorized, but they were correct from beginning to end.

    I was the equivalent of the word hard worker. I had to work for 7-8 hours at the computer, and naturally after 4 hours I was not talking about creative work. There was only one subject that I did not teach. He was left as a control, in order to check whether the guy at number one has to pass this subject without knowledge. By the middle of the semester, my damn nervous system was shaking, but I began to cope with the work that they were given and the tasks became easier and easier. By the end of the semester, I had 5 subjects closed for a maximum score of 100. The rest were five and another three. I think you guessed what kind of subject.

    Second semester. A life?


    During the winter holidays, I just slept. From time to time I got up to change my slobbery pillow, this was where my activity ended. And I did not do this because I was tired, but because I was preparing for the second part of the experiment. I felt that something terrible was coming, but so far I did not know what.

    So, a week before class, I watched Dexter, House, a couple of missed episodes of Friends, started Soprano. Over the entire semester, I watched more than 120 films, all of them were from the top 250 film searches (I had wanted to review them all for a long time) and did not continue to listen to music. He stopped at a quote from a friend "Those who are afraid to think listen to music." Just deleted it from life. Perhaps this is the only experience gained after the first semester.
    - He began to catch up with partying with friends, covered a bunch of cafes and beer bars, became an expert in dark beer and pizza (it was a raised herd),
    - He began to monitor his face more carefully than Patrick Bateman, learned to draw.
    - I began to read the Habr, a couple of LJs and blogs, a couple of entertainment portals + friends tossed content from closed communities. - Hooked on flash drives and YouTube.

    But I did not read fiction. I had a lot more difficult than in the first semester, if only because there was NOTHING TO DO. Just a vacuum of action. I have a bunch of really interesting activities for me, but I could not bring them into the experiment.

    After some time, a vacuum was also found in the head, although the teachers did not want to notice it at all. It happens I’ll go to one of the young teachers and talk about the release of new products or with the elderly about new standards in cryptography, being guided only by articles read in the Habré and they will change in person. Interest in new products impresses them much more than any literature, even additional. That which they do not know, in my mouth was manna from heaven. I do not know why. Maybe they were all the first guys and they were tired of these networks. I was on friendly terms with literally all the teachers and met a very very large number of students, the only thing I'm glad about. Before the exam, I just took the answers from one of them in a friendly manner and just left. An unpleasant feeling and at the same time is what I was waiting for. Girls flirted with me I was loved by teachers, I had friends and many acquaintances, I had a student life. So I imagined it, except that I did not study during the session. The day after tomorrow I will have another exam. I don’t worry at all - I don’t know anything. This semester, without my intervention, I was offered 4 jobs and 2 scientific papers. In the past 0. I am again an excellent student (one four), I feel great and dream of quickly running away from the computer and the daily 1000+ in a drone reader.

    Conclusion.


    For myself, I made a couple of key conclusions, and I am sure of their correctness:
    1. I do not go to graduate school. No, I don’t want to cook in such a mess
    2. Everything is good in moderation, and now this measure has been explored by me personally for me. For each she has her own.
    3. I love my hobbies! I really miss them. My dream is to do what I love and make a profitable business out of it. There is nothing worse for a student than doing what you don't like.
    4. Physical fitness is very important. If in the beginning of autumn I could pull myself up 20 times, then by winter I couldn’t even 10. She could not be thrown.
    5. All that surrounds you is you. This should not be neglected.
    6. Teachers? Teachers? No, they are not to blame. The system is to blame. There is no way to globally fight, locally it is possible elementary. Just let them know that they are people too. Be sincere with them, and it will return to you a hundredfold.


    And
    during the experiment, no one was hurt.

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