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The first day of Group Dynamics, there were two teachers a man and a woman. They took eight volunteers and put them in front of the class. They were told they were in a lifeboat and in order to survive they had to throw one person overboard. Then they gave each of these people an identity, Captain of the now sunk ship, banker, movie star, doctor, working man, injured guy etc. Who would they throw overboard ? My immediate thought was to throw overboard the Captain, because he was suppose to go down with the ship. Of course the moral of the play-act was, that the group in every class they told us afterwards, always threw overboard the injured guy. It was all identity and class status, like you couldn't challenge the authority of the Captain, and you wanted to make friends with the rich guy. He might give you money and like that.
On succeeding classes we were broken up in groups and sent out on the grassy
green lawns to sit in groups under shade trees and just associate with each other.
The campus was of two separate communities. The old campus was where all the liberal arts classes were in old buildings, maybe with ivy, lots of old trees and fairly aesthetic. On the back side was the new campus, as the math, science technology and industrial arts buildings, which were another domain separate. The buildings were new, modern, all having sinks, and lab equipment. This whole side of the campus was pretty sterile. In one of these buildings was held the
Group Dynamics class, my first penetration to this side of the campus.
In a similar vein I noticed when I transferred to San Francisco State, that there was a door that nobody used between the fine and commercial/industrial artist classes.
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