I am currently working on a research paper for my physiological psychology class. We were given a few topics to choose from, and I ended up going with the following:
"Is surgical or chemical castration an effective treatment for habitual sex offenders? Why or why not?"
I just thought it was interesting, and I don't know much about the topic.
So in preparation for the paper, I went to the library over the weekend. I found a few books that seemed to have relevance to the topic. After checking out the books, I started to walk out of the library lobby; there are several sets of theft detectors before the doors, and, of course, I buzzed as I was walking out. I waited in line for the gate attendant to check over my collection of books and verify that I had, indeed, checked out each book I was leaving with. When I got up to the counter, he looked at my first book, which was something about the male psyche, and sort of chuckled. He then got to my second book, aptly titled "Castration," and he got a little flustered. He looked up at me nervously and stammered, "Okay, then Ma'am, you're okay, you can go on through. Alright." I'm pretty sure he was just joking, but he didn't even check over the rest of my books.
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