They called me crazy.
“Why would you keep all of your old binders,” they said.
“You should just throw out/burn all that old stuff,” they said.
“When are you ever going to use your high school notes ever again,” they said.
Well who’s laughing now viewing audience who I’m imagining chastises me for my corner full of old binders on a daily basis. For one of the first times, I had to break out my old AP Psychology binder from about four years ago now (Yikes, I’m getting old) to help fill in a detail for a research paper I’m writing in my Sensation and Perception class.
For context, I’m writing my paper about the way language affects our perceptions of the world around us.
Part of the reason I was interested in grabbing this topic was because it stood out so much to me back in my AP Psych days. My friend Nina, who’s aiming to become a professional interpreter (and is well on her way from what I understand, given that she’s doing a gig translating for the CEO of Sony), made the idea way more tangible at the time by explaining her experiences struggling to translate certain words or emotions between English and Japanese.
Now that I’m writing a paper about that exact topic, I knew I needed to use the general idea we were learning about at the time. Unfortunately… I couldn’t remember the exact term.
My current textbook didn’t exactly provide any useful clues in that department, either.
So it was off to the pile of old binders. Eventually I managed to find the one I needed, and with a cursory search found this:
A range of views in which our thinking (or worldview) is seen as being determined or shaped by language.
That term, coined by Benjamin Lee Whorf, is the crux of my current paper.
And I would not have remembered it if not for this four-year-old binder sitting around idly in the corner of my room. Now I feel completely vindicated for hoarding all of these bulky old documents for as long as I have.
Perhaps I’ll have to go through the pile, clean up the binders and re-organize them one of these days, however. Because these things are dusty as hell and covered in silverfish.
Guess that’s the price I have to pay for just haphazardly throwing them back there after each year/semester when the promise of vacation proves too much for my better judgement to bear.
But anyway, extra special shout outs today to my AP Psych professor, Mrs. Mata, and to my friend Nina for creating such a strong, lasting impression on me that I have the perfect foundation for my big research paper this semester.
Plus that AP Psych class was what drove me to minor in Psychology in the first place so… You know. Just some icing on the cake there.