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Looking out the window at the rain this a.m |
But moving on, I thought that I would start today by briefly going backwards. I've been doing a lot of "general" posts recently, so I've missed out on sharing some of the interesting things I've done over the past few days. I'm going to do this update using 3 pictures (ok, well 3 sets of pictures):
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From the 4th floor overlooking the main entrance |
Tuesday: Classes as usual... I came in third in my Danish numbers competition (thanks to Lars, who had stayed up to quiz me the night before). During my Developmental Disorders class we did an exercise in which we were given a clinical case and asked to make a diagnosis using the DSM (for those of you who are not familiar with psych stuff, the DSM is like the instruction manual of psychiatric diagnostics).
We worked in groups of three (all groups were given the same case) and from the moment that we got the case I knew exactly what the diagnosis was: Reading disorder and Major Depressive Disorder. It was not exactly the most straightforward diagnosis because the child was a 12 year old boy and so the manifestation of depression had a lot to do with outbursts of anger, aggression, and other things that led everyone else in my class to decide he had Operational Defiance Disorder (or a personality disorder or ADHD, etc). I convinced my group-mates that it was in fact depression and a reading disorder and when the time came to share with the class, another girl in my group raised her hand immidiately and explained exactly what I had explained to her: that depression can manifest itself differently in different people, but particularly people at different developmental ages. This means that a 12-year-old boy with depression will have very different symptoms than a 30-year-old woman with depression. (Obviously this discrepancy is evidence that we need to change something in our diagnostic system, but that's a-whole-nother story).
My professor was very impressed with her though in the interest of honesty I will admit that I was royally annoyed (though I tried hard not to be) that this girl had used my explanation. I understand that she had also agreed and that the credit doesn't really matter, but it was still frustrating. However, in all honesty, at the end of the day I really was proud of myself for making the correct diagnosis.
Mira on her horse |
Wednesday (today): Today was my first field study, a staple of DIS classes that I guess I should explain. Most courses at DIS have one or two field studies during the semester, which take place on Wednesdays (when there are no classes for anyone to enable this experiential learning). Some weeks you may have two field studies (one during the morning block and one during the afternoon block), other weeks you may have one, and other weeks you may have free. While I was waiting in the front of Vestergade 5 (DIS main building), I overheard people describing their morning field studies to each other and they included several museums, the police station, a kitchen, movie theatre, and a walking tour.
Sign on the door of the practice |
We started by talking about mindfulness, which I guess can briefly be explained as the practice of living in and appreciating the moment. We did several activities including an exercise in mindful eating, where we ate a single raisin over the course of about 10 minutes... yeah! We looked at, felt, smelt, and even listened to (okay, I thought that was a little weird too) the raisin before we finally were allowed to eat it. When discussing afterwards, one of my classmates said, "I've never had a raisin that tasted better! I was just so ready to eat it by the end!"
One of the best parts of the experience was getting to interact with both my classmates and Mads (professor) outside of the actual classroom. People were more relaxed and I really felt us bonding, which is a good thing since next week we go on our first study tour for 3.5 days to Western Denmark. But more on that later. For now I am going to try to get ahead on some reading. Uh-oh... I hear the rain pounding away outside. I think I have jinxed it by saying that I don't mind the weather. Now I've asked for several days (or weeks!) of steady rain. In all seriousness, I may very well be singing a different tune by the middle of the spring (when it's very rainy), but until then, I don't mind getting wet!
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