“Think about an instructor you once had, a certain relative, or a good friend. What are some of the nonverbal habits this person has? What do those nonverbals communicate to you?”

Explanation:

From my personal experience, I have a very good friend who tends to stare off into space whenever no one is talking to him. This tells me that he tends to have a lot of things racing through his mind most of the time. Whether it is work or his relationship. He also tends to press on the back of his neck often which seems to connect to his previous nonverbal habit and seems to be stress from everything going on in his life. These are some non-verbal habits that are not specific to him and I have seen other individuals do these things as well.

well stockyards mean a large yard containing pens and sheds, typically adjacent to a slaughterhouse, in which livestock is kept and sorted. and i'm assuming that by party you   mean a large group of people which does make sense because chicago is a very crowded place much like new york. stockyards tend to take up a lot of room due to needing the area for pens to keep animals in and the fact that stockyards are usually right by slaughterhouse where they process and distribute the product. so its much like a zoo but with some dead animal products close by.

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there you go thats what we are missing