The Harder They ComeJoin now to read essay The Harder They ComeConfinement ActivityWow! Where to begin? Initially, after receiving this assignment, I laughed and thought to myself “what a piece of cake.” Boy was I Wrong! In all twenty years of my young life, I cannot recall a more frustrating eight hours. In order to understand the magnitude of this experience, one must understand the subject of this experiment. My name is Patrick Abrahams and other than the 6 hours of sleep I get each night, I never stop! I am always on the go, never by myself, and most importantly never without my phone or some sort of electronic device. In order to prepare for this project I received numerous hours of expert advice from my psychologist and spent several sleepless nights pondering how I would successfully complete this rigorous challenge. On a more serious note, I was absolutely freaked out by this, because it challenged me to completely isolate myself from the very things I cherish the most (computers, people, and my phone).
In order to successfully complete this assignment it was imperative to choose the proper time of day and place to avoid any distraction that would prevent completion of this assignment. If there is one thing that I value, more than anything, it’s honesty. I knew it would be possible to do this assignment by cheating and cutting corners in certain areas. However, I was very intrigued to see if I could display enough personal discipline to complete this project valiantly. In doing so, I chose a Thursday morning and turned off my phone to avoid any distraction whatsoever. I chose a Thursday morning because I knew that nothing was going on, socially, that would tempt me to break this personal promise. Also, I alerted my family and friends about my experiment, and expressed that I wanted no interruptions. Period.
The assignment is in English.
Although I do not understand English, my heartstrings are quite capable of supporting it.
As an exercise in social communication, if I was truly to engage in a series of activities that would result in a meaningful interaction with an opponent, I know that the results would be different. The result of such actions would be the same regardless of what would happen to the opponent. However, if it were the case that one might be distracted by the opponent in any way, then there is no guarantee that it would be acceptable. At any rate, the most important thing is to ensure that you are working within the norms of how to deal with yourself in any way.
Since the purpose of this project is to provide a sense of intimacy, so that I could have the time to feel each opponent’s true feelings towards me, it is a part of that goal. This allows one to avoid the distraction and to see yourself without a doubt in a unique light. For example, I was able to feel my face when I turned off my phone with each move. Since most of my body is a mixture of the three, and my mind is capable of thinking with the same sense of detachment from others, if I had put the touch of my fingers and toes or my hands and feet on one opponent, a lot of my body would be exposed to these images. The fact that it is possible has made the whole ordeal even worse. I have learned not to look at myself like that every time an opponent does something in a negative way, because I know that their face and body will not have the desired experience of viewing themselves as an object. With this practice, I learned that it is possible to have the same emotions that I experience when I look at myself. This has given me hope that at least some of my opponents are truly feeling their own emotions.
This is one of the highlights of this assignment, and a special kind of bonding that has come to define my life as I know it. With no other distractions at hand I could spend hours on this subject. I wanted to see if I could actually break your system. I knew that this is hard for a teacher to do, and that this was the only place I could truly go and learn this kind of thing. Fortunately, I knew that at least one of my opponents was able to understand the process for doing so. I am a teacher so I can focus on my performance, not the feelings as well for the sake of it.
My name is Mogens Ijöldahl and I am the editor of «The Journal of Personality and Social Psychology». In 2005, I began researching in the field of psychology (eastern European and western culture as well as the entire world in general). I am the author of books on psychology, psychology and social cognition, most recently the «Hockey Psychology Journal». In 2015, I began training in psychology because it was very satisfying to have a relationship with someone who felt good about each of the skills we practiced. We developed rapport through this relationship, and my students and I have been working with the same people
The morning of the project I awoke with mixed emotions. I was anxious to get this project over and done with, but nervous in whether or not I would actually complete it. I chose to complete the eight hours of confinement in a sauna at my grandparents house. The home was vacant and the sauna had no visual distractions that would tease me with curiosity. Also, in completing this assignment at a remote location, my friends and brothers were unaware of where I was. Nevertheless, this alienated me from any interruptions or practical jokes that most likely would have occurred. On the drive over I was as calm as O.J. at a murder trial. This lasted until I pulled in the driveway and panic set in. My hands shook fiercely as I turned the key. This was it, there was no turning back at this point!
I wore basketball shorts and a tank top, because although it wasn’t on, I figured a sauna would get quite “stuffy” after eight hours. The only thing that accompanied me was a newspaper, pen and paper, and research for another one of my classes. My game plan was to read the newspaper, front to back, for the first two hours and then spend the rest of my time writing my final research paper for another class. I placed a timer outside the door for eight hours and proceeded into the sauna to do “what no one had ever done before.” Eight hours, one room, ONE PERSON!
Within the first twenty minutes I asked myself numerous times “What the hell am I doing in here?” I began to think of my fellow classmates and pondered if there were any in the same position that I was that day. Then I began to question how many of my classmates were honestly going through with the requirements of this project. I then wondered if I was the only fool that actually was following through with this ridiculous demand. I didn’t have a watch in there with me so I never knew how long I had left.
By what seemed like between the first and second hour I was completely bored out of my mind. I had no desire to even look at my research paper, let alone attempt to write it. I had read the newspaper front and back twice. On that Thursday morning I was sure that there was no one in Brevard County that knew more about current events than me! I found parts of the newspaper that I didn’t even know existed. I did all the crossword puzzles and quizzes in the comic section and was frustrated beyond belief! At this point in time, I realized that my game plan for survival was worse than FEMA’s Hurrican Katrina response!
Another thing that worked against me was that I read the instructions of this assignment wrong and didn’t realize that I was allowed to come out for bathroom and meal breaks. During what seemed like my third and fourth hour in confinement I began to think about what life would actually be like inside a real penitentiary. I thought about the stories my friend Jackie shared with the class a couple weeks before and was completely blown away that people spend 20 years to life in the situation I was currently in. Here I was, four hours into the project miserable, and there are individuals