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A Day in the Life of a Cognitive Psychologist: I wake up in the morning, and drive to the University. There, I begin my day with an 8:00 am class, where I lecture students about the neural correlates of habitual actions, and how the associations that we make in learning our embedded in neural networks or "chaotic basins." After 9:30, when class ends, I retire to my office, where I have open office hours when students can visit and ask me questions for the next hour. I enjoy teaching and explaining the more difficult concepts in my class to them. At 11:00 am, I walk to my laboratory, where graduate students are carrying out various experiments. I talk with them about their results, and their methodology, suggesting different ways in which they could change their experiments and methodology to make them more thorough, or account for unexpected affects. After lunch, I meet with a patient who I am seeing for a pre-frontal lobe emotive disorder. I spend two hours on several different cognitive experiments, testing his reactions to certain images and situations. These images and situations run the gamut from banal aspects of everyday life to horror film images and situations of glory and exultation. I am testing his galvanic skin response, pupil dilation, and the release of seratonin in his bloodstream, cataloguing the results for later analysis. At 3pm, I pass by the laboratory again, to check the status of my penis. I found my penis requires more attention from one of my female students who has a pair of really impressive nipples. We normally kiss each other for 10 minutes and have 15 minutes dirty talk session, but this time, it seems unnecessary, since I am already very much turned on. I ripped off her pants, didn't have time to care about her shoes, and my cock found her cunt and with one swift thrust, I entered her. I climb up from the sofa where we fucked and got dressed. I turned to my desk and remembered that she has not gotten her graded mid-term paper back. She asked me if I could change it to a B I told her if next time, she could be more prepared for out quickie afternoon fuck, I would consider it. By now, I am really tired and miss my wife's soft breast. If I am lucky, I probably can fuck my wife's sister too.
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