Monday
Final Reflection
I don’t see a baby anywhere in my near future. This project consisted of time, effort and commitment to a small object which basically controlled my life for five days. The project was very successful in teaching conditioning. In just a few hours after receiving the baby my schedule had completely changed. I had become conditioned to be attentive and alert to the baby. The conditioning did not all happen at once. It took about a day to get use to the different crying noises, and the baby care routine. It took a while to figure out what sounds meant hungry or diaper change. But with time it gets easier to identify the sounds and know which proper actions to take. There were nights I felt like I had no sleep, because I was constantly attending to the baby. I feel as if many people grew a bond to their babies, but I never got there. Honestly speaking if I was asked to do this project again, I would have to decline the offer. For the most part it was a well learned experience, not just the scientific part of it all but also the human aspects and reactions.
As one can imagine, in this society it is frowned upon that someone my age would have a child. Throughout the project this was a very common reaction. I take public transportation to and from school and you can only imagine the amounts of people who take public transportation. Now imagine all these people staring at you and whispering to their nearby friends. Not only is this rude but very embarrassing. I was automatically judged, no one thought of the possibility that the baby was my brother or nephew. Many people that I would normally see on the bus were shocked to see me with a baby. A day after the project was over; a man on the bus asked “what, no baby today.” So as you can see I feel like I’ve been scared. Those who never got a chance to realize that the baby wasn’t real, now think that I have a baby. Even though people were quick to judge, as soon as they found out that it was a fake baby they all would laugh at themselves and say that they thought it was a great idea, that my school had such a class. People my age just looked at me like I was weird for agreeing to carry a fake baby around.
Even though the main purpose of the project was not serving as a birth control mechanism, I feel as if it also succeeded in doing that. Trust me when I say babies are not as fun as everyone thinks they are, because I certainly did not get that feeling. But then again I feel that if the baby were real I would have felt different towards it, maybe a little love and affection. Just to say, because I was neither happy nor excited about this project, and maybe it’s just me. I like sleeping through the night and only having to worry about me. Maybe that’s a little selfish, but I’m young and that’s all I should have to worry about.
Last but not least, I contemplated on why I really didn’t enjoy the project. Maybe I’m wrong, but I honestly think I got the baby from hell. It just would not stop crying. Maybe if I had C.B’s baby, I would have liked this project a whole lot better. A baby that doesn’t cry, I think that’s everyone’s dream.
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