Do you think that “traditional” gender roles are appropriate in American society today? If you think that some are appropriate and some are not, pick one example from each category and explain your feelings about their appropriateness or inappropriateness.

1. President Bush’s Iraq War failed the fifth of the political choice themes: accurate information and reasonable assumptions concerning Iraq having nuclear weapons. Do you agree with the text? Could Bush’s Iraq War also have failed theme one on political obligation because not enough citizens protested like Sen. Bernie Sanders did? Could it have failed theme two as an uncreative solution to the problem? Or could it have failed the fifth theme but for a different reason: for the reason that the U.S. wanted more power in the oil producing region and hid this motivation? Explain.

After examining the Camp David Accords, the Egyptian-Israeli peace treaty of 1979, and current relations between Israel and the PLO, construct your own formula for achieving peace in the Middle East.

Length of paper: 2-3 pages (not including the title page, which is not numbered). Do not fall short of or exceed the required length; if you do so, you will lose points on your grade.

Georg Simmel’s sociology focuses on a kind of ‘social geometry’ in which he analyzes social distance and social forms to elucidate society. Choose one of the Simmel essays and provide examples of this geometric method.

Explain B.F skinner research on Pigeons

Define null hypothesis,alternative hypothesis,reactivity

Case Scenario Mr Park is a heart patient who had a heart bypass recently. He has been the sole breadwinner in the family but ever since his heart bypass, he is not able to continue working. His wife is a homemaker and also his main caregiver. The couple has three children. Eldest son Ethan (aged 32), has recently gotten married and moved out. His relationship with his parents is amicable. However, he still relies heavily on his parents for financial support, as his employment is not stable. This creates a huge amount of stress on both Mr and Mrs Park as they themselves are worried about their financial situation, especially after Mr Park's heart bypass. Youngest son Mark (aged 18) is closest to the mother. He suffers from social phobia and does not attend school. His symptoms started around the time of Mr Park's discharge from hospital. He is of age to be enlisted for National Service (NS), but he might not be able to go through military training due to his psychological condition. Mindful of his condition, the parents give him a lot of space and make no demands of him. He plays computer games at home most of the time. Their second daughter Jill (aged 26) is currently the sole breadwinner of the family. She works as an administrative assistant and contributes some money to her parents. When she was 19, she quit university after her first semester and decided to start working because she felt that her eldest brother was continuing to rely on parents for financial support. She often will feel very angry that her parents depend on her so much and do not seem to insist that her eldest brother contribute. She also feels that her parents are over protective of her younger brother. There are constant quarrels between both patient and his wife over the issues of the children and also over care for him, at times escalating into shouting marathons. Two weeks ago, tired of all the fighting, they decided to stop talking altogether. Now, they are no longer quarrelling or shouting at each other, but instead are locked in a "cold war”. Soo words Guiding Questions Read the case scenario above. For the purpose of the reflection, imagine that this is your family, and that you are another son/daughter in this family. • 1. What, in your opinion, is contributing to the family situation? 2. How would you respond as a member of this family? 3. Why would you respond in the way(s) stated for Question 2 above? Explain. (500 words)

What are some of the ways to ensure you have a "successful marriage" and how could you work to ensure that yours is one of these relationships?

Within the scope of human behavior in regards to motivation and affect what part does Conceptualizing Involvement play. Explain(Chapter 5, pp. 163-165)

Question: Find the connection between you and the reading and the connection between the article and society. Consider your own experiences , media stories or experiences within a community ( work,school, or other setting )

Article: A present for Popo by Elizabeth Wong

The child of chinese immigrants, Elizabeth Wong was born in Los Angeles. She has a master's degree in fine arts and has worked as a writer for news papers and television. She has also written several plays. In " A Present for Popo," Wong describes a beloved grandmother.

Before you read this essay, consider these questions:

Are you afraid of growing old ?

Do you think most old people in north America are treated well ?

Are they respected ? ignored ?

Are you close to anyone over sixty-five ?

Did you grow up in the close contact with a grandparent ?

Is there one person who holds your family together ?

When my Popo opened a Christmas gift, she would shake it, smell it, listen to it. She would size it up. She would open it nimbly, with all enthusiasm and delight, and even though the mittens were ugly or the blouse too small or the card obviously homemade, she would coo over it as if it were the baby Jesus.

Despite that, buying a gift for my grandmother was always problematic. Being in her late 80s, Popo didn't seem to need any more sweaters or handbags. No books certainly, as she only knew six words of English. Cosmetics might be a good idea, for she was just a wee bit vain.

But ultimately, nothing worked. "No place to put anything anyway," she used to tell me in Chinese. For in the last few years of her life, Popo had a bed in a room in a house in San Gabriel owned by one of her sons. All her belongings, her money, her very life was now co-opted and controlled by her sons and their wives. Popo's daughters had little power in this matter. This was a traditional Chinese family.

For you see, Popo had begun to forget things. Ask her about something that happened 20 years ago, and she could recount the details in the heartbeat of a New York minute. But it was those niggling little everyday matters that became so troubling. She would forget to take her heart medicine. She would forget where she put her handbag. She would forget she talked to you just moments before. She would count the few dollars in her billfold, over and over again. She would ask me for the millionth time, "So when are you going to get married?" For her own good, the family decided she should give up her beloved one-room Chinatown flat. Popo herself recognized she might be a danger to herself, "I think your grandmother is going crazy," she would say.


That little flat was a bothersome place, but Popo loved it. Her window had a view of several import-export shops below, not to mention the grotesque plastic hanging lanterns and that nasty loudspeaker serenading tourists with 18 hours of top-40 popular hits.

My brother Will and I used to stand under her balcony on Mei Ling Way, shouting up, "Grandmother on the Third Floor! Grandmother on the Third Floor!" Simultaneously, the wrinkled faces of a half-dozen grannies would peek cautiously out their windows. Popo would come to the balcony and proudly claim us: "These are my grandchildren coming to take me to dim sum. " Her neighbors would cluck and sigh, "You have such good grandchildren. Not like mine."

In that cramped room of Popo's, I could see past Christmas presents. A full-wall collage of family photos that my mother and I made together and presented one year with lots of fanfare. Popo had attached additional snapshots by way of paper clips and Scotch tape. And there, on the window sill, a little terrarium to which Popo had tied a small red ribbon. "For good luck," as she gleefully pointed out the sprouting buds. "See, it's having babies."

Also, there were the utility shelves on the wall, groaning from a wide assortment of junk, stuff and whatnot. Popo was fond of salvaging discarded things. After my brother had installed the shelving, she did a little jig, then took a whisk broom and lightly swept away any naughty spirits that might be lurking on the walls. "Shoo, shoo, shoo, away with you, Mischievous Ones!" That apartment was her independence, and her pioneer spirit was everywhere in it.

Popo was my mother's mother, but she was also a second mother to me. Her death was a great blow. The last time I saw her was Christmas, 1990, when she looked hale and hearty. I thought she would live forever. Last October, at 91, she had her final heart attack. The next time I saw her, it was at her funeral.

An open casket, and there she was, with a shiny new penny poised between her lips, a silenced warrior woman. Her sons and daughters placed colorful pieces of cloth in her casket. They burned incense and paper money. A small marching band led a New Orleans-like procession through the streets of Chinatown. Popo's picture, larger than life, in a flatbed truck to survey the world of her adopted country.

This little 4-foot, 9-inch woman had been the glue of our family. She wasn't perfect; she wasn't always even nice, but she learned from her mistakes, and, ultimately, she forgave herself for being human. It is a lesson of forgiveness that seems to have eluded her own sons and daughters.


And now she is gone. And with her--the tenuous, cohesive ties of blood and duty that bound us to family. My mother predicted that once the distribution of what was left of Popo's estate took place, no further words would be exchanged between Popo's children. She was right.

But this year, six of the 27 grandchildren and two of the 18 great-grandchildren came together for a holiday feast of honey-baked ham and mashed potatoes. Not a gigantic family reunion. But I think, for now, it's the one yuletide present my grandmother might have truly enjoyed.

Merry Christmas, Popo!

Describe a time in your life when NOT being your authentic self may have had an effect on your success. If you had the chance to do it all over again, what would you do differently now that you know the importance of being your authentic self

Within the scope of human behavior regarding learning and memorywhat does Cognitive Learning Theory approach stress? (Chapter 4, 120-122)  I basicly asked the question for you. Can you hand it over to someone else!!!

I want a summarize from the Article below

Article: A present for Popo by Elizabeth Wong

The child of chinese immigrants, Elizabeth Wong was born in Los Angeles. She has a master's degree in fine arts and has worked as a writer for news papers and television. She has also written several plays. In " A Present for Popo," Wong describes a beloved grandmother.

Before you read this essay, consider these questions:

Are you afraid of growing old ?

Do you think most old people in north America are treated well ?

Are they respected ? ignored ?

Are you close to anyone over sixty-five ?

Did you grow up in the close contact with a grandparent ?

Is there one person who holds your family together ?

When my Popo opened a Christmas gift, she would shake it, smell it, listen to it. She would size it up. She would open it nimbly, with all enthusiasm and delight, and even though the mittens were ugly or the blouse too small or the card obviously homemade, she would coo over it as if it were the baby Jesus.

Despite that, buying a gift for my grandmother was always problematic. Being in her late 80s, Popo didn't seem to need any more sweaters or handbags. No books certainly, as she only knew six words of English. Cosmetics might be a good idea, for she was just a wee bit vain.

But ultimately, nothing worked. "No place to put anything anyway," she used to tell me in Chinese. For in the last few years of her life, Popo had a bed in a room in a house in San Gabriel owned by one of her sons. All her belongings, her money, her very life was now co-opted and controlled by her sons and their wives. Popo's daughters had little power in this matter. This was a traditional Chinese family.

For you see, Popo had begun to forget things. Ask her about something that happened 20 years ago, and she could recount the details in the heartbeat of a New York minute. But it was those niggling little everyday matters that became so troubling. She would forget to take her heart medicine. She would forget where she put her handbag. She would forget she talked to you just moments before. She would count the few dollars in her billfold, over and over again. She would ask me for the millionth time, "So when are you going to get married?" For her own good, the family decided she should give up her beloved one-room Chinatown flat. Popo herself recognized she might be a danger to herself, "I think your grandmother is going crazy," she would say.


That little flat was a bothersome place, but Popo loved it. Her window had a view of several import-export shops below, not to mention the grotesque plastic hanging lanterns and that nasty loudspeaker serenading tourists with 18 hours of top-40 popular hits.

My brother Will and I used to stand under her balcony on Mei Ling Way, shouting up, "Grandmother on the Third Floor! Grandmother on the Third Floor!" Simultaneously, the wrinkled faces of a half-dozen grannies would peek cautiously out their windows. Popo would come to the balcony and proudly claim us: "These are my grandchildren coming to take me to dim sum. " Her neighbors would cluck and sigh, "You have such good grandchildren. Not like mine."

In that cramped room of Popo's, I could see past Christmas presents. A full-wall collage of family photos that my mother and I made together and presented one year with lots of fanfare. Popo had attached additional snapshots by way of paper clips and Scotch tape. And there, on the window sill, a little terrarium to which Popo had tied a small red ribbon. "For good luck," as she gleefully pointed out the sprouting buds. "See, it's having babies."

Also, there were the utility shelves on the wall, groaning from a wide assortment of junk, stuff and whatnot. Popo was fond of salvaging discarded things. After my brother had installed the shelving, she did a little jig, then took a whisk broom and lightly swept away any naughty spirits that might be lurking on the walls. "Shoo, shoo, shoo, away with you, Mischievous Ones!" That apartment was her independence, and her pioneer spirit was everywhere in it.

Popo was my mother's mother, but she was also a second mother to me. Her death was a great blow. The last time I saw her was Christmas, 1990, when she looked hale and hearty. I thought she would live forever. Last October, at 91, she had her final heart attack. The next time I saw her, it was at her funeral.

An open casket, and there she was, with a shiny new penny poised between her lips, a silenced warrior woman. Her sons and daughters placed colorful pieces of cloth in her casket. They burned incense and paper money. A small marching band led a New Orleans-like procession through the streets of Chinatown. Popo's picture, larger than life, in a flatbed truck to survey the world of her adopted country.

This little 4-foot, 9-inch woman had been the glue of our family. She wasn't perfect; she wasn't always even nice, but she learned from her mistakes, and, ultimately, she forgave herself for being human. It is a lesson of forgiveness that seems to have eluded her own sons and daughters.


And now she is gone. And with her--the tenuous, cohesive ties of blood and duty that bound us to family. My mother predicted that once the distribution of what was left of Popo's estate took place, no further words would be exchanged between Popo's children. She was right.

But this year, six of the 27 grandchildren and two of the 18 great-grandchildren came together for a holiday feast of honey-baked ham and mashed potatoes. Not a gigantic family reunion. But I think, for now, it's the one yuletide present my grandmother might have truly enjoyed.

Merry Christmas, Popo!

Part I – Our behaviors are influenced by society because we are parts of the society in which we live. For most of us, we are born, we grow up, and live our lives in a society. The norms and beliefs that are prevalent in society are parts of culture.

Please educate us about the role of “independence” and “interdependence” in your society and/or cultural psychology.

a)     How does your society view independence and interdependence?

b)     What is the relationship of independence to interdependence (and vice versa)?

If you’re looking for definitions in the textbook, remember that the textbook is rooted in western psychology originating from western European beliefs and traditions. Unless your family and society are rooted in western European traditions, for this assignment, please speak of your society’s psychology and/or cultural philosophy. Let’s learn from each other’s psychologies!

Part II - Describe an experience or encounter you have had with the stigma attached to mental disorders* or unusual behavior. Then explain how the situation was addressed. Please explain also how you acted within that situation and how your actions are related to social influence. If you were not satisfied with how things happened, explain how you would address that situation in the future.

*Please note that you are not being asked to diagnose someone; only registered professionals have the credentials to do that. Thus, if the situation you are describing involves a condition that has been diagnosed by a mental health professional then you can mention that the condition was “diagnosed”. Otherwise, if you are relating a story about someone who behaved in an ‘unusual’ manner, then simply state that the behavior seemed abnormal. The point of this discussion is about the stigma and not necessarily about whether a diagnosis was conducted. An official diagnosis, or lack thereof, is important only to provide context to the condition and to any related effects.