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Chapter 12
“The social dyad is a group consisting of two people. It is the basic unit of social
behavior.”I massaged my temples as I read our topic in Social Psychology: Interacting with People textbook. I keep reading the terms contained here but none of them enter my brain and I am unable to comprehend.I groaned frustratedly. Because of that man…
“Argh! Focus Rue!” I tapped my cheeks and narrowed my eyes on the textbook.
With that, I started reading the very first page of our topic. I push myself to focus from it despite of my trouble mind. Next week, Mrs. Chopin will give another quiz. I’m not a fan of procrastinating because I hate the idea of rushing, and being pressure to finish works at the last minute. I like being an ‘advance learner’. When I think it still not enough; I will find a way to go deeper into what I think I can understand. I'm the type of person who gets bored easily with something and finds distractions, so when I feel close to finishin
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