GRAF #18 [isearch Progress]

Usually I set aside some time each night I don’t work to get some of the research done. I have three days a week dedicated to school.  I haven’t done that over the past couple weeks.  I’ve been working on the weekly assignments and my other classes.  However, I started my isearch work as soon as it was assigned and think I got ahead enough in the beginning that I’m right on schedule now.   As far as my questions that can be found by researching online, I have atleast a graf for each one.  I’m still waiting to hear more from some teachers before I can complete the questions I have for that, but I think things are going smoothly.

Contrast Intros and graf 2

Intro 1

Five years ago I made the mistake of getting two puppies at once. One was a responsibility in itself, but two! What in the world was I thinking? They’re from the same litter, but the differences are impeccable. One is the brute. Her name is Pelta, which is Latin for Shield. The other is the runt. I named her Seven for my favorite number and for luck. Their personalities, markings, and life experiences are what made each puppy their own selves.

Inrto 2

For me a pet just isn’t an animal.  You don’t just get one to have something cute in your house.  You get one because you want to take care of it.  I once decided to take on the responsibility of raising two dogs at once.  They were just over the 8 week mark when I picked them out..  Originally I had only planned on getting one,  I was lucky to only get out with two.  I had the urge to grab up the entire litter of 8.  Ironically I chose the Brute of the liter, and the runt.  Already a difference in them.  Who would have known that the differences would only show more with time.  Their personalities, their coloring, and their life experiences are what make each puppy their own selves.

Graf 2?

Some say a dog is what you make it, but I think animals initially have their own set personalities. When I arrived at the house where I was expecting to only buy one puppy I was attentive to the mannerisms these cute balls of fur already had instilled. Pelta was the first to run up to me with her tail wagging and her tongue ready to give those little puppy kisses. She was bigger than the rest.  Seven was more hesitant and hid behind the leg of a couch. She was unsure what to think of this large person making kissy noises at her. Pelta became the leader of the two. She's the first to get in the garbage, the first to greet visitors, and the first to climb in bed, even before me. The word “No” isn't always in her list of words to listen to. Seven's always a step behind watching her. She looks for my approval before joining her sister. Luckily this meant she never gained the habit of dumpster diving. She listens well, and always lets me get comfortable in bed before she hops up and climbs under the covers. They definitely set each other apart, but both gained my love.

Essay #2 [Classification]

        Walking into a bar you can usually see all kinds of people. Sports fans, artists, teachers, tall people, short people, black, white, Hispanic, shy people, loud and obnoxious people. When it comes to where I bartend I don't have the pleasure of meeting such a variety. Except for loud and obnoxious, there's plenty of that. My bar sits in a small “mill town” where boys grow up to drive skidders, and forget about hygiene, while the women are mainly there for breeding. My bar is 1 out of 2 in the town, and it's in 1 of the 3 Chinese restaurants within a 1 mile radius. When I'm standing behind my bar waiting for the next customer to approach I already know what kind of people I am going to see. The women are cougars, the men are pigs, and the couples that walk in can be compared to a house cat. All are around the same age, (to be nice I'll simply say they are older than me), and each group has their own agenda.

        Most know that cougars are older woman looking to relive their youth. You can find them on the arm of any young man. Or at least her eyes are attached to one. I can tell when one walks in. Their eyes are shifty and their nose in the air as if they are searching and sniffing out their pray. There's a swing in their hips as if they are setting the bait. They laugh loud to draw attention, and frequently use the bathroom to strut their stuff on each trip. Their first sentence is usually “Where's all the good men around here?” Which they don't really care about “good”, and to be honest I don't know the answer. I hand them their fruity lady drink and move onto the next customer.

        When people think of pigs, most would say they are dirty animals who feed on slop. This goes for most the men that walk into my bar. They're still dirty from a day’s work, or sometimes are just plain dirty, and are looking for a piece of meat. I don't mean food, I mean any pretty little thing that walks by. “Hey sexy mama” spurts out from their thick grizzly beard that covers their mouth so you can't tell they only have 3 teeth in that nitwit skull. But hey, they have a wad of 50s in their pocket, perhaps that remark should be excused. I hand them their beer, resisting to show them an eye roll, and put my smile on the next customer.

        The domestic house cats are friendly and playful. These couples walk in and offer a caring smile. They flirt, they tease, they have humor, but they never cross the line. These customers are my favorite. Sometimes I sit back and watch them. Occasionally they'll be the kind to rub upon someone’s leg for a bit of attention, but always make their way back to the one they are with. They are all comfortable, and have an aura of power. They know they are worth my time and kindness. They know they are the favorites. They never take advantage. They are simply just out to have fun. They each stick to their routine. “The usual please” and I know what it is.

        I'll admit that once in a blue moon we will get some out-of-towners that fall out of these categories. Occasionally I get to see the well groomed man with manners. A hard working woman whose agenda is still work even if she is trying to relax with a drink. Groups of families gathering for a reunion and ready to raise a little hell. For me, it's nice to see a different type and get a break from the regulars. No matter what though, all these people are what make my job enjoyable. Rather I like it or not each one has become a part of my life.

Classification In and Outros Revised

INTRO

Most bartenders would expect to see many different types of people. They can usually see customers that are different races, different ages. Some that have tattoos and piercings. Others that are a bit plain looking. Some might look like bitches, or assholes. Some of course are. There's a complete variety out there. When it comes to where I bar-tend, it's a complete turn around. When I'm standing behind the bar, I see the same three types day in and day out. I see cougars, pigs, and domestic house cats. All around similar ages even. All with their own agenda.

OUTRO

I'll admit that once in a blue moon we will get some out-of-towners that fall out of these categories. Occasionally I get to see the well groomed man with manners. A hard working woman who's agenda is still work even if she is trying to relax with a drink. Groups of families gathering for a reunion and ready to raise a little hell. For me, it's nice to see a different type and get a break from the regulars. No matter what though, all these people are what make my job enjoyable. Rather I like it or not each one has become a part of my life.

Classification Outro

       These are the kind of people you will see at either of the two bars in my town. I'll admit that once in a blue moon we will get some out-of-towners that fall out of these categories, but usually this is it. Being a bartender, I try to distribute my good service equally. I smile, I'm friendly, and I do my best to give equal attention. Sometimes I wish I could ignore, or walk away from some of the people. I know I can't and I don't. So, rather I have to smile and bear it, or am truly enjoying it, all these people have become a part of my life. They are what makes going to work worth it.

GRAF #17 [Reaction to Remarks]

“Sure, there are clearly three reasons laid out and enough detail to float those middle grafs. I'll take it.”

Knowing eventually I was going to have to write a reaction graf to this, I was thinking there was going to be an email or something with more to it. I guess this is it. At first I read it as if there was some chipperness to it. But the more I keep reading this sentence, I’m starting to wonder if it's just saying I’m meeting the bare minimum. There's no “This part was good” and “This part needs work” I think I was, or am expecting more feedback. At the same time I’m aware of  how busy you are. So I guess I'm not really sure what my reaction should be. Should I be enthused and know I did a good job, or should I be concerned and perhaps do some editing?

Classification Intros

Intro 1

Walking into a bar you can usually see all kinds of people. Sports fans, artists, teachers, tall people, short people, black, white, Hispanic, shy people, loud and obnoxious people. Well, when you work in a small town bar we don't have the pleasure of seeing such a variety. We have the usual’s. Same ol' people that walk through our doors every week, sometimes everyday. This will consist of Cougars, Pigs, and The Domestic house cats

Intro 2

If I go out of town for a drink I expect to see many different types of people. The bartenders are male and female. The Customers are different races, different ages. Some have tattoos and piercings. Others are a bit plain looking. Some look like bitches, or assholes. Some of course usually are. There's a complete variety out there. If I go for a drink in my home town, it's a complete turn around. All female bartenders for a start. As for the customers, well I see the same three types day in and day out. You've got the Cougars, the Pigs, and the Domestic house cats.