An Analysis of Setting Up The Phone Recorder

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After climbing three flights of stairs and trudging down the long hallway, I had finally arrived at my desired destination—The Youth Emotion Center. I took a moment to regain my breath while I fumbled through the pocket of my winter jacket in search of my student ID card, which would grant me access into the secured lab. Upon retrieval of the entry-granting card, I slid the card through the metal reader that was attached to the door and listened for the audible noise, which symbolized that the door was now unlocked. Once I heard the familiar unlatching sound, I grabbed the metal handle, pushed down, and opened the door.
I stepped into the room that was windowless (for reasons pertaining to confidentiality) and was immediately enveloped in a blanket of darkness. Before reaching my right arm out to flip the light switch that would instantaneously fill the room with a florescent glow, I checked the area of the room where the phone was located to determine whether the red indicator light was dimly flashing—a signal, which can only be recognized in the darkness, that a message had been left. After determining that no one had called the lab and left a message, I flipped on the light switch and set out to work.
I rid myself of my heavy backpack by placing it down near the corner of the room and hung my warm jacket on the back of the plush, red, office chair that rolls, and then took a seat in this comfortable chair. I propelled myself closer to the desk and opened the sliver, thirteen-inch, MacBook Pro that I would use later to access the calendar and to check the online questionnaire responses of the participants whom I would be calling. The computer prompted me for the username and password and so I keyed in “Laptop2” for th...

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...lab. However, I think it is hard to access the automatic feelings that may not have made an imprint in your memory in the moment. Additionally, while I was writing about these actions I was actually replaying in my mind what I had done. I was worried that because I was writing this response more than 72 hours after I participated in the actions, that I might not be able to access some on the minute steps that I knew I did, but hadn’t taken note of throughout the event, but this wasn’t a problem because the more I wrote about the event, the more I remembered. One limitation in regards to creating a minds-eye image is that it becomes easy to fill in gaps in the note and the true memory with what would be imagined or expected to have happened. I was most surprised about the immense amount of detail that I was able to generate from a five-minute segment of time.
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