🌱 May Cohort Series #2 | Setlog in Seoul 🎥 During the national holiday, 3 Practicum trainees and 1 Gen.G staff member filmed a setlog together while exploring Seoul 🇰🇷✨ From top to bottom: - Pearl: Marketing Mentor from Gen.G - Danny: Business Team Trainee, Evergreen Valley College - Sophie: Business Team Trainee, Syracuse University - Roman: Marketing Team Trainee, California State University, Fullerton This is what student life in Korea looks like outside the program; exploring the city, spending free time together, and making memories along the way 🌏💛 Want to experience it yourself? 👉 Check out the link in our bio to learn more!

I know the redpill types live to claim woman are partying in college 24/7 and getting “corrupted” or whatever, but serious people in college have undergraduate publications to author, fellowships to complete, practicum hours, etc. party girls don’t come back after freshman year.

🤣"planned by the worship team" You're either deranged beyond words or didn't watch the video. I guess you think the team chose a bunch of good actors for the audience, an entire arena full of them! LOL! Your entire Mass is pre-scripted, every syllable! Nothing heartfelt, all theater. Oh, and your priests are typically less educated on Scripture than Protestant pastors. Priests' "education" is largely focused on "Liturgical Practicum" classes: how to stand, when to bow, how to lift the communion chalice, and "Homiletics" to learn vocal projection, dramatic pacing, and other theatrical techniques. 🤣🤡

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I have one more free day to do whatever, and then on Monday morning, I will be starting my Work Practicum at a group home for adults 18 who have developmental disabilities, located on the north side of Edmonton. It's for 7 weeks. I have to get 140 hours in. Whew...hope I like it

I was working on a power point presentation for my practicum. Will be doe with my associate in HIM in two weeks. What were you up tp this evening?

gusto ko na simulan psych reports ko para mapa-check ko na sa practicum sup ko bukas pero nasan ako ngayon??? nasa FUMC 🤩

A weekend in my life as a full-time grad student in practicum with a day job & 5 kids 🫠 ✨Couples therapy session ✨3 individual sessions ✨Oil change ✨Drive to the city ✨Sushi ✨Bailey Zimmerman ✨Drive home post-concert (so like 2 hours. Ugh) 1/2

One more day of pre-practicum. I’m going to get some tequila.

I’m in pre-practicum so class all day. One of the other students isn’t technology savvy because we’re on lunch, meaning muted mics and the camera can be off. This man arguing with his wife because he didn’t mute his mic.

🌱 May Cohort Series #1 | Inside Gen.G HQ 🎮 Take a look inside Gen.G HQ with our May Cohort Practicum students 😎 From the building entrance to the VIP lounge, trophies, cafeteria, and time spent with Gen.G staff and fellow students. This was a chance to experience the environment behind the scenes! 🇰🇷 Want to experience it yourself? 👉 Check out the link in our bio to learn more!

Indeed, I think increasing practicum requirements are dumb. Playing mock trial or moot court doesn't *really* help and takes away from learning a substantive area of law I may find interest in or be useful to have some base level of knowledge.

Ontario's new one-year teacher training program includes 80 practicum days thestar.com/news/canada/onta… via @torontostar #onted

A los jueces no se les permite dar clase por la mañana, seas doctor o no. Creo que la visión práctica en la universidad es indispensable para crear un pensamiento crítico, algo que les falta en la carrera. Como profesora de practicum les veo en otra galaxia.

We bring on practicum students and each year they drift further into leftist ideology. Equality of outcome seems to be the flavour most recently. They don’t question the ideology- just adopt it as unequivocal truth. It’s getting ridiculous enough that even the most somnolent are starting to pay attention. I have a glimmer of hope.

Memoir of Madness Chapter 35 I discovered how to hold onto my soul by reading Man's Search for Meaning by Victor Frankl. It was written by a man who learned how to fly in his eighties. He survived Auschwitz by creating his own Meaning Therapy. He summed up his philosophy into a mathematical equation: suffering without meaning equals despair. The solution to happiness is to find meaning in suffering. What a genius. He used his circumstances in the concentration camp to create a new kind of therapy. I could do the same thing in the field of Education. I would write about my job, and just maybe, I might give a government employee the strength to continue—to bear up against the impossibilities of checking boxes and filing paperwork—of being told what to do by teachers like Ms. Helfrich. I was learning about intelligence assessments, and I had to give them during my practicum. The field of education is constantly recycling words that are thought to be offensive. When I was in 3rd grade, I called my best friend an Imbecile. He went and told our teacher. "We do not say that word, Alex." Come to find out, it was a descriptive category for an intelligence assessment prior to the 1950s. Eventually, Education used Mental Retardation as the category, until kids started calling each other retards on the playground. Now, the American Psychological Association has chosen Intellectual Disability. How long will it take before that label becomes offensive? All these words are arbitrary. They get mixed with hate and thrown out. In time, the entire English Language will become offensive. What then? Sign Language? But earlier today, some prick in a red corvette gave me the finger.

Memoir of Madness Chapter 34 When I came into work the next day, Ms. Helfrich was dictating my recommendation letter. "No, the comma goes after, not before!" She declared to our tech-savvy para. Ms. Helfrich was a dictator. "Mister Johannson, what are you going to give me for writing you this letter?" My mind went through the possible gifts: 1) a pain in the neck 2) the pleasure of my absence 3) I thought about screaming. I already gave her my time. 3 years! "Ha. Ha," I laughed—not too convincingly. People were always suggesting that I was smart, but why would a smart person work a minimum wage job? Necessity. There were smart people in Africa. If Ms. Helfrich was transplanted there, I imagine she would be an oppressive stock of celery—a missionary, re-educating bad eggs. I had to leave for my practicum. Denise was a school psychologist in an elementary school who brushed her hair constantly. Her son had Tourette’s—he enjoyed shooting ducks. FUCK!!! His mother bought him a shotgun for his birthday. Denise didn't like me. Once I said: "Who can understand a woman's mind?" Denise glared at me. This was a legitimate question. Freud had asked: "What do women want?" He never got an answer. I was obsessed with the question. I was 26 and women were a mystery, but Denise did not appreciate my curiosity. My best friend's mom was working there. She didn't recognize me. "I'm Alex," I told her. "Oh—you were going to become a fireman." "I'm going to be a psychologist," I said. "But I'm also trying to be a writer." "You'll still put out fires. My oldest son, Josh, is the writer. Dave is more of a math guy." "I remember. We were always competing in math." "Josh finished his dissertation and PhD. It's on: How Education wasn't that bad to the Indians." I kept my opinion to myself. The educational system stole the soul of the Native Americans. I knew this to be true because Education was trying to steal my soul.