January 22
Good work in class today. I really enjoyed our class discussions on "what is wrong with this study." Today in Class, we discussed;
Characteristics of Bad Research
Different Epistemologies
Personal Experience
Intuition
Authority
Tradition, Custom, & Faith
Magic, Superstition, & Mysticism
Two different types of Research
Proprietary
Scholarly
Research
For this weeks posting, I would like you to select one of the above Epistemologies and give an example from your own life. In class, I used the example of personal experience and my belief that everybody is Catholic. Try to come up with your own unique experience. Remember to leave your name after your posting so I can give you credit.
posted by Dr. Jeffrey Bolt at 6:47 PM
10 Comments:
I am from a small town about 45 minutes south of Pittsburgh and when I first came to Kent 3 years ago I was roommates with a girl from Cleveland. Growing up I had no idea that I had an accent or that I used words that people in Ohio don't until my first week here. I asked my roommate for a gumband and she had no idea what I was talking about and then I realized that I guess another term would be a rubberband and she finally understood. Right then and there it hit the both of us that we I use slang she's never heard and I emphasized my O's. The point being, from my personal experience I thought that everyone talked like I did, like my family and friends from back home, but I was definitely wrong.
Ally Tylka
Growing up, I had multiple christmases because my extended family lived all over Ohio. Two days from Christmas I'd open my family's presents, then Christmas eve would be my Dad's side of the family, and Christmas morning would be my Mom's side. My parents explained this away by saying Santa does this for a lot of families who have to celebrate early. I tried to explain this to my best friend at the time once and she was utterly confused. I thought it made perfect sense and that it was totally probable. My BFF thought it proved Santa doesn't exist.
-Katie Carlson
I tend to be a very trustworthy person when it comes to listening to people and trusting their authority. I suppose if a person has earned a place of authority, that they can be trusted when they deliver information. Most of the time (unless I know for certain otherwise) I will believe whatever it is a person of authority will tell me even if it has nothing to do with their area of expertise. As I've gotten older I have learned that sometimes people of authority will voice opinions without disclosing they are opinions. I had a manager at work tell me a lot of information about the independent parties during the Presidential election. I then took that information (without all the facts) and ran with it! I was having a conversation with my parents voicing these "facts" about the independent parties when my father sat me down with some real statistics. Boy did he set me straight. I've been trying to find my own research before I believe what a person of authority tells me!
Lauren Panik
I was a wrestler from the time I was in the third grade until my senior year of high school. Over those years I grew to respect and trust my coaches and take them on their word even if I thought they might be wrong. The last year I wrestled I was making a huge weight cut to get down to 135 pounds. I knew this probably wasnt a great idea but I trusted my coaches authority and knew it would be good for the whole team. I ended up tearing my ACL and having to sit out the rest of the season. I still dont think it ever wouldve happened if I wasnt so mal- nourished.
~Dave Welner
My father is a police officer and has been for around 30 years. Through what he as seen and been through he has come to see the world in a different light. By no means is he a pesimist. He will tell me that some neighborhoods are bad and to stay away from some places. I have always taken his word for law and not tried to go to these areas. I still trust his word because he has been through so much and seen alot.
I forgot to add my name to my post. Ryan Oleksiak posted the comment about his father being a police officer.
My mom always told me when your driving to lock the doors to keep people out when you are stopped at a light…I did not really believe her and did not follow her directions because nothing had ever happened to her me or anyone else I knew.
This summer I was stopped at a light and a guy opened my door and quickly got in the passenger seat and asked me to dive him up the road a few miles because I was going in the same direction that he was. I don’t know why I didn’t just step on the gas and run through the light when he was opening the door but for some reason I didn’t.
For the record, nothing happened to me and I dropped the guy off where he wanted because I didn’t see any other option and I didn’t want to cause any problems with a guy that was already in my car. Now, I always lock my doors when I am driving so I won’t have to deal with anything like that in the future...
-Dan Broughton
Last year I went to the Akron bars and one of my best friends who lived there left me at the bar. I had no idea how to get back to her house and she was not picking up her phone. The only option I had was to go up to a cop and have him take me to my car. When he was dropping me off he made a move on me, and worst of all he gave me his card and told me I was okay to drive back to Kent wasted. If I were to get caught I could just have the cop who pulled me over call the cop from Akron. Needless to say the authority of a cop in my eyes does not mean much to me any more.
Jamie Piero
My sophomore year of college I was driving home from a party with a good friend when she had to use the restroom. We were on Route 90 with not much further to go until we were home, but she insisted I stop at the rest area.
When we walked into the rest area there was a gentleman standing by the drinking fountain, I remember him wearing one of those red and black, flannel print, Marlboro fleeces that one could get if they sent in so many "Marlboro Miles".
Walking back to the car I noticed the above-said gentleman in the driver seat of the truck parked next to us, just sitting there.
We pulled out and continued our trip home. The mysterious gentleman followed. As I sped up, he sped up; I took a longer way into town to try and lose him, he followed; I pulled into the closed Wal-mart gas station THE WRONG WAY just to be 100% sure he wasn't following us, but he turned into the closed Wal-mart gas station right behind me.
Now, although my gut "told me" this guy was no good, I was attempting to give him the benefit of the doubt...hence my driving all over town before finally driving to the police station. I didn't want to go home because I didn't want him following me to my house...on a dead end...in the woods.
And ya know what? He sped off when I parked in front of the police station.
Morgan Galloway
When I was young my aunt made a tall cake for a family celebration. The cake was looking more and more like the leaning tower of Pisa as the night went on. Just as it was about to fall she stuck a long knife through the many layers of the cake. The knife held the cake together and saved the day (according to some). From now on, my aunt always sticks a knife in the middle of her cakes as a tradition and memory of that particular event.
~Maximilian McGreevy~
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