The Bystander effect .

    It was the end of a homecoming dance at Richmond high school in 2009. A fifteen year old girl, whose name has not been released due to her age, joined a classmate and his group of friends. The males, ages fifteen to mid-twenties, were drinking alcohol in a courtyard area on campus. The girl had drunk a large amount of liquor and was asked to have sex by the alleged attackers. When she refused to do it, she was forced on to a nearby bench and continuously beaten and raped for 2½ hours by the males and with “foreign objects”. There were twelve dozen witnesses watching the attack happened.
    
I believe this incident is an example of the bystander effect because out of all twenty-four people that stood there watching, none of them got involved because looking around analyzing the situation no one else was doing anything about it either. If one person would have made an attempt to help her everyone else would have joined in and the large group of witnesses could have easily outnumbered and over powered the group of attackers to put an end to what was happening. I understand Intervening is neither best nor safest route all the time but even a phone call to the police would have sufficed but because people were using their phones to record and take pictures instead of call the police, no one acted in a way to help this young girl.

My Self-Regulatory behavior.

   The self-regulatory behavior that challenged me the most during my four years of high school was “motivation”. Math was, and still is, my absolute worst enemy. When it came to this horrid subject I just couldn’t understand why it was necessary for me to spend an hour a day learning a ton of different math formulas and equations that I wasn’t going to use in my future. It’s not like I have to go around trying to find the square root of a number in everyday life right? I felt like math was boring, complicated and had absolutely no point so the urge to pay attention was just totally not there.
     To be totally honest I still don’t see the point of calculus, geometry and those other different math subjects created to ruin my life but, there was something in high school that I guess you can say motivated me to become a little bit more enthusiastic about the subject. A big fat “F” on my report card in algebra 2. I still haven’t totally conquered my self-regulatory behavior of “motivation” when it comes to math just yet, but knowing I have to learn it in order to pass the class is enough for me.