Psych 4008 chapter 4

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  1. describe the philosophy of education in german
    WISSENSCHAFT; emphasized scholarly research combined with teaching and academic freedom
  2. describe early developments in psychophysis
    originated in the sensory research of Ernst Weber
  3. describe the methods of psychophysics developed by Fechener, .. materialism
    Fechner's goal was to weed materialism :
  4. Jessica stopped
    typing; the tears had started to stream down her face to such an extent that
    seeing her computer screen was no longer possible. She would not wipe them away. To her they
    were a testimony of her pain, and of her unyielding regret. They were her
    silent pleas for the forgiveness no one know she needed. She thought of what
    she had just typed.

    There’s a verse in the bible that talks
    about not looking as if you are fasting.
    I wonder if that applies to me.
    It warns the reader not to be ostentatious about their pain, as if to
    get the attention of others. Maybe I should follow suit. I’m not catholic but I
    gave up TV, and SCIP, and Facebook, and Twitter, and driving. [d1] Since it happened I haven’t really done
    much of anything; the guilt is so heavy I can barely raise my head in the mornings[d2] and when I try to sleep it’s like a bolder
    crushing down on my chest until I can’t breathe and I lose consciousness. Maybe
    I should confess to my sister, maybe if show her my bloody filthy hands she
    would forgive, and I could have peace.
    But I don’t deserve her forgiveness; I don’t deserve peace[d3] .

    She closed her
    eyes tightly to stop the flow of tears. She stood up, stopping only to save the entry
    on her live journal, then she proceeding to the bathroom.

    Eyes puffy, hair
    disarrayed, mouth a vodka infested plaque-parade. Crap looked 7 ½ times better
    than what she saw in her reflection. She opened her medicine cabinet, as she
    scanned over the sleeping pills she played with the idea of finding peace; she
    shook the thought away. She grabbed the Sober-Up to deal witht the left over
    drunk-ness from behind it and the Pepto-Bismol,
    to deal with left-over drunkness and the nauseous
    feeling she felt every minute the drunk-ness was gone.
    When she was done, she looked a few pegs up from “crap”. She was clean, her
    hair in a neat low ponytail, her breathe smelled like tooth paste and
    chalky-cherries, but her eye where still puffy. Dark ring still enclosed them
    and they were still blood shot red. She’d ware put on some sun shades. She
    grabbed her purse and a stack of fliers; she read one for the millionth time.

    MISSING

    16 YR/O GIRL

    Catherine Jessica Mathews

    5’3; 139 lbs.; dark brown hair; hazel eyes



    At the bottom of
    the page was a picture of Jessica’s niece. The tears started again; this time
    she wiped them away. She grabbed the mug off of her desk and kept on out the
    door, and on to the bus stop; she would meet with the police today.

    She had put off
    this meeting too long. Yesterday the detective asked everyone there to meet
    with him as soon as possible.

    “If any of you
    have any information, or pictures, or gut feelings, or anything that could help
    us bring this young lady home… ”he said. ..[d4]

    If any of you have any
    information….she thought on that. It replayed over and over in her
    head. If ANY of you have ANY information. She wanted more than anything
    to say she didn’t, to say and know that her
    actions had nothing to do with her niece’s abduction. She had been over it in
    her head a million times. When the clock read 10 pm and Catherine still wasn’t
    home from school, she thought about it. Each time she called her niece’s phone
    and it went to voicemail she thought about.
    8’oclock the next morning when Jessica went with her sister to file out
    the missing person’s report, she thought about. And when that police officer
    asking for any information, yet again
    her mind drifted back to the events of a few nights ago.[d5]

    “Damn
    it my iPod is about to die,” Catherine mumble to herself. Her ipod was the only
    sorce of joy for her during the long summer school days.

    “Don’t
    say damn,” Jessica said jokingly. She held the fake scold on her face until
    they both broke out in laughter. “Whatcha
    you listening to music for any way when you could be listening to this.”
    Jessica took a deep breath and starting howling the lyrics to “Wind Beneath My
    Wings.”

    Catherine
    laughed, “Oh please God, stop that. Wounded walruses sound better than that.”[d6]

    They
    joked all the way home. Jessica and Catherine did not have the typical
    aunt-niece relationship, they behaved more like siblings. They were only four years apart, and had
    practically been raised together. Jessica was in college now, and for the first
    summer since middle school, she didn’t have to take summer classes. She did not
    have a job either, so when her sister offered to pay her just for hanging out
    with her niece a few evening a week she didn’t think twice about it. So after summer
    school Catherine would hang out at Jessica’s apartment until her mom got off
    from work.

    “So
    how was school today,” Jessica asked as she scanned the pantry.

    Catherine
    shrugged, “I don’t know, school. I wish mom would just let me stay home.” She
    reclined on the sofa and stared at the ceiling.

    “Why,
    so you can have another crazy party while your mom’s at work.”

    “Ten
    people,” Catherine growled exasperatedly! “Ten people and your sister acted
    like I was having a crazy…orgy…sex party.
    It was ten friends and we were just chillin’, listening to music,
    dancing: your sister just has problems.

    “Ten
    friends really,” a devious smile creep it way across Jessica’s face. “Did those
    ten friends,” she hesitated then continued, “How many of those friends lack
    ovaries.” Jessica saw that Catherine wasn’t following. “How many of your
    friends pee standing up.

    “huh,” Catherine
    mumbled and looked off into the opposite direction.

    “don’t say huh, how many dudes were there?”

    Still
    looking away Catherine responded, “just two or three… less than half of the
    people that were there,” she whined as she searched her aunt’s face for some
    sign of understanding.

    “so
    as long as the males make up less than half of the group it’s ok; That doesn’t
    seem right to me.” Jessica looked up at Catherine thoughtfully.

    “You
    sound like your sister,” Catherine pouted and sunk in to her sofa. “What do you
    need a boyfriend for; stop trying to grow up so fast; I’m not raising no one’s
    baby,” she mimicked the ever repeating lecture her mom gave her. “Bet grandma wasn’t like that huh? No boys
    EVER!”

    Jessica
    wanted to laugh. Truth was, her mom had
    told her no boy, she wasn’t allowed to go out with friends, or to the movies,
    and every summer had been shipped off to a bible camp. She knew her niece’s plight. She also knew what
    happened when you put people in cages; they break free. Jessica could remember “breaking
    free” many-a bible camp night. The
    preacher’s voice barely audible over the heavy breathing, flesh-slapping
    “good-time” she was having on the empty altar in the next room.

    Jessica
    understood her niece but she also understood her sister.

    “Your
    mom just doesn’t want you to get taken advantage of or get hurt. You can’t
    blame her for that.” She sai remembering that she only recently stop resenting
    her own mother.

    “Look” Jessica walked over to
    Catherine, “I can’t have you going postal, and I don’t want to look at you
    pouting every day, so what if we go do stuff sometimes; double dates to the
    movies or the mall, Ok?”

    “Really,”
    Catherine jumped up pure child-like glee seeped from her face. She attempted to
    take a ‘not so little girl” persona. She removed the high pick twang from her
    next words, but she couldn’t dull down her smile “Sure, yeah, that sound good.”

    “Ok,
    then”

    The
    bus’s arrival jerked Jessica her back to the present. She settled in to the
    last seat in the back of the bus. Almost compulsively she situated her things
    on her lab. Lap, fliers, mug then stared out of the window willing her mind to
    stay blank. She checked her watch. The Detective asked everyone to meet with
    him today before the press release at 4 today. Her sister said she would be
    there



    She sat on the bus
    starring at the mug; INSERT
    MUG SCENE FROM PAPER AT HOME. [d7]



    Add part about why she was heading
    to police station add flashback about when they found out she was abducted. (
    time note: with in a week)





    Worlds best aunt written across the
    top. Each time she saw her face a felling
    similar to having your heart grabbed and squeezed mid beat. She signed and
    search for the composer that could not be found. So she hung her head and let
    the tears fall silently on to her lap the fliers and the mug.



    MUG SCENE HERE.

    When they finally subsided she
    continued to look out the window until she reached the bus stop.

    She got off the bus in front of the police
    station.











    [d1]This
    part isn’t as relavent anymore..might remove









    [d2]This
    mornig maybe it next day….doy 1 doesn’t show up, day to go to police and this
    is day 3









    [d3]In
    a world somewhere between self-pity and self loathe wiping your tears away was
    like wiping your hands of responsiblity









    [d4]Does
    the story need time markers?









    [d5]









    [d6]Maybe
    have the niece 16 and her aunt let her go on a date with this guy









    [d7]

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