Four-year-old brandon rarely speaks and has little interest in interacting with his siblings or parents. his interest seems completely absorbed by a few of his toys, and sometimes, he will spin around and around for nearly an hour. brandon may be diagnosed with:
a) conduct disorder.
b) attention-deficit/hyperactivity disorder.
c) autism spectrum disorder.
d) schizophrenia.

What makes the just-world hypothesis psychologically appealing to the average person? a. many people develop skewed perceptions based on their worst experiences with the poor, which makes it hard for them to see things objectively. b. it is supported by a wealth of empirical data. c. most people’s everyday experiences teach them that society tends to distribute rewards and punishments fairly. d. most people have a strong need to believe that the world is orderly, predictable, and fair.

From the examples below, choose the best examples of industries in african countries and their influence on economic development. select all that accurately represent african economies and factors of production. because agriculture remains central to the success of the mali's economy, any change to climate (such as drought) or price of crops significantly affect the country as whole. the thriving manufacturing industry in chad's northern region sustains the country's economy as a whole. egypt's manufacturing and export of cotton is the primary focus of the economy in the country. morocco serves as a representative of service industries in africa with a growing tourism market.

Consider the speakers in "the raven" and the speaker in "the song of wandering aengus." write two paragraphs to compare and contrast the voice in these two poems. how does the poet give the speaker in each poem a distinctive voice? what effect does this voice have in each poem? use examples from each poem to as evidence for your answer "the raven"once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary,over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—while i nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,as of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.“‘tis some visitor,” i muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—only this and nothing more.”ah, distinctly i remember it was in the bleak december, and each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. eagerly i wished the morrow; —vainly i had sought to borrowfrom my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost lenore—for the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name lenore—nameless here for evermore.and the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainthrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; so that now, to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating“‘tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door—some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; this it is and nothing more.”"the song of wandering aengus." i went out to the hazel wood,because a fire was in my head,and cut and peeled a hazel wand,and hooked a berry to a thread; and when white moths were on the wing,and moth-like stars were flickering out,i dropped the berry in a streamand caught a little silver trout.when i had laid it on the floori went to blow the fire aflame,but something rustled on the floor, and some one called me by my name: it had become a glimmering girlwith apple blossom in her hairwho called me by my name and ranand faded through the brightening air.plz hurry