Explaining the Id, the Ego, and the Superego Read through the scenarios that follow and then briefly describe how the id, the ego, and the superego would each handle the situation. 1. Rachel is walking to class and she is late because the late bell rang two minutes ago. As she walks into her class, she stumbles and her books go flying everywhere. Out of one of the books is a note to a boy that Rachel has secretly liked for a long time.
The bell sounded for fifth period, and Victor shot out of the room, avoiding the stares of the other kids, but had to return for his math book. He looked sheepishly 9 at the teacher, who was erasing the board, then widened his eyes in terror at Teresa who stood in front of him. “I didn’t know you knew French,”she said. “That was good.” 55. Mr. Bueller looked at Victor, and Victor looked back.
He subsequently learns that their affair began in reaction to another relationship, one carried on between Mr. Shears and Christopher’s mother, before she disappeared from Christopher’s life. At school, Christopher prepares for an A-level math exam that will enable him to attend a university, a feat no other child at his school has managed. He also continues to work on his book. Upon returning home one afternoon, Christopher accidentally leaves his book in plain view on the kitchen table. His father reads it, becomes angry, and confiscates it.
She did not answer. For a second he had forgotten what he had done but as soon as he remember he jump out of the car and started running as fast as he could. Beck want to get as far away from the scene as possible so when someone finds her they would think she was alone. Only thing he had forgotten was the bat.DR. Beck ran so fast he pass Jeremiah Renway, Good friend of the family, Whom try to get his attention to ask if he was ok and was he in need of any help he looked as though he was in trouble.
I was in a panic and I screamed out, but he suddenly covered my mouth and nose with his big hand. I struggled violently under his hand. I writhed under his tight grip, when he began to scream. He grew angry, “Now don’t,” he said. I don’t want you to yell.
They chose not to ponder this mysteries any further, lest they overburden there cashews”(49) this only makes things even worse cause of course it happens on the day you’re in a hurry. And the rage builds more… Then there’s not only road rage but even parking lot rage. “..so I stop my car and wait for them to vacate their parking spot, and… nothing happens! They just stay there! WHAT THEY HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THERE??!!
And on this beautiful day I got one step closer to becoming a man because I took my driver’s test, and I passed. I can remember everything like it was yesterday. It was Tuesday the day before Halloween. I woke up to get ready for school with one thing and one thing only on my mind, would I pass or fail my driver’s test. I went to school and I can remember being so anxious to get out of school to achieve this goal that long awaited me, but the school day seemed endless.
Not the most appealing contraption, but nonetheless effective. As I was about finished building my contraption I then reflected on what I said out loud earlier. “Why am I at college anyways”? I thought for a few minutes as I looked around at the damp ground. The sound of college kids made me look up and see how worried they were running to class.
For instance, Mr. Alexander was so thrilled a students’ newfound understanding of a problem that with a burst of excitement he punched his fist through his classroom window. His undying passion for math persuaded me to create the same amount of passion for it also―with less pain, but as time has passed this passion has faded along with my math smarts. “Courtney, I wish I could marry your brain!” was a declaration spoken from the mouth of a genius of a math teacher, Mr. Alexander, that came charging back into my memory in the third quarter of my AP Geometry class as I sat dumbfounded by the lack of knowledge I was apprehending from my then teacher, Mrs. Shackelford. By this time math had become my worst enemy and I hated it with a passion. Sorry about the negative diction I am professing towards math, but the truth is that I lost my love for it year’s ago―with the help of horrible instructors.
Going into school and having to wait a half hour alone in a gym is no better. And as I was waiting in that gym the teacher noticed me and instantly knew I was new so she asked, “Hi, I’m Mrs. Parker I work in the office will you please come with me.” We walked into the hall way outside the gym and made me wait with another girl who I remembered had been in school with me since 2nd grade and then again the year before. I said Hi and then kids started pouring in from the door and she never replied. I walked up the stairs and instantly found my class because it was the first one on the second floor, just as Mrs. Parker instructed me to go to. I walked in and sat on the far left of the class room.