Amanda Elizabeth McCann
August 2,1989- March 18,2008
Amanda E. McCann 18, of Newport Died at 3:00a.m. Wednesday at Mercy Memorial Hospital.She was driving home from work, when a drunk driver pulled, into her lane concluding with a head on collision. She just had gotten off her shift at Pete's Garage. She died in the E.R. with major complications resulting in her tragic death.
Friends may call from 2-9p.m. Thursday at the Rupp Funeral Home, where services will be help at 11 a.m. Friday. Rev. Stanley Ashton pastor of Trinity Lutheran Church will officiate.
Born August 2, 1989 in Oregon,OH she was the daughter of Nancy Carleski and Dan McCann. Though she was very young she had much ambition. She was enrolled at Eastern Michigan University for Aviation Technologhy. More than anything Amanda's dream was to become a pilot, she was currently working on her private pilots licsence.
She loved movies, and traveling with her family and friends. Too young to start her adult life she still had a taste for adventure, just like her beloved mother Nancy that has a dear passion for travel, both promised each other that one day they would take a cruise to Alaska.
Amanda will be dearly missed but never forgotten, for when the wind blows and you hear the faint whispers of a plane in the distance remember the girl who dreamed about souring high, for she is not here in life but will always remain in our hearts,The green eyed girl that made everyone feel welcomed and no one left out. You will never be left out in our dreams for when we sleep we be with you again. You were taken from us before you could make all your dreams come true, let ther be justice from our pain...you will never die but always live on through our kind words, Amanda Elizabeth McCann.Sleep Well.
Memorials may be made to Trinity Lutheran Church. Online condolences may be sent though www.ruppfuneralhomeimc.com
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Series of Diary Entry
Entry 1
I feel the pressure coming down like bricks....bricks not being placed but thrown onto my back. I know its important to memorize the drink menu but it's not everything...remember Amanda you have a test. Yes, yes of course, don't explain yourself school comes first, then your stupid job. I mean what 18 year old actually knows what is in a Lond island ice tea...I just found out that isnt not ice tea. It seems like paat 9 all people want to do is drink. I hate closing here at Pete's you have to stay here till 2:30a.m. and there are people who stay here that long. It seems like forever...."Alcohol abuse" maybe I’m not an expert on it but I have know a few drunks that come into my work. I interviewed someone who is a drunk...I don't think there really is a time when I was there that he wasn’t…Sad I know. The audience for the book i read about alcohol abuse is to understand why people feel the need to spend hours in a bar waisting away drinking, people wanting to be drunks (ha-ha) or people using it for research like me. The purpose for this is basically, what are the results in drinking long-term how they effect others and why people become this. I find it so fascinating...the guy who wrote this must have been a recovering because no one can tell the true story unless they live it, ya know what I mean. I much rather spend my time studying to become a pilot, something that doesnt put me down.
Entry 2
I finally soloed I think this is one of the happiest days of my life, I was so scared, I didnt know what I was gonna do when I was up there by myself because I was shaking and so nervous. I was so glad when I was finally on the ground and my flight instructor was waiting for me at the hanger, he filmed the entire thing so that I could show my family what I did. I remember though in the back of my mind that I'm gonna have to go to work soon... I hate work...but I won't let this bring me down. I'll just continue my research and observations for my essay. I have been spending a lot of time on it so I hope everyone enjoys it. I still can't believe I flew all by myself!
(Later that Night.)
I tried... I tried so hard not to let anyone get to my or anything...this horrible place ruined one of the happiest times of my life, I let them I tried not to but I couldnt stop them. They have no heart for people who have a furute. I remember reading the book Talking texts : how speech and writing interact in school
learning . I read that people talk differently in certain cituations like when your at dinner vs. work. I know you wouldnt be talking about what movie you want to see in the middle of a buisness meeting. I know the way people act when they drink and treat me isnt the way they would at home or work. This doesnt make up for how they act but is sure explains a lot.
Entry 3
I don't want to work here anymore. I don't feel the need to be here at all. I have put my application in Blockbuster and recieved a call for an interview. If I get the job I'm leaving at once. I think Ill like it there, I mean why shouldnt I, I love movies and I'v seen a bunch of them. I think it was the last staw when I asked one of my customers, a man what he wanted to drink and he grinned and replied "brest milk" followed by "and can I get it myself?" I could have shot him...but them I would have gotten fired...almost worth it though, well I told the manager about it and he ran up to the guy told him off and was about to ask him to leave when the owner walts up told the manager to leave and bought the man a round of beers with his buddies. It mad me sick. So, so sick. I knew then that I could no longer be close to a place like this ever again. The owner even offered me a job at his other resturant, thinking that I would like it because it's smaller and more fancy...well I told him to shove it. If Blockbuster does not hire me I will Keep lookingand not lose faith, I know that I can get a better job. I won't make nearly as much but atleast I'll have my pride, I will just have to save more and spend less, I can do that I know I can. I can be every responsible when I want to.
I feel the pressure coming down like bricks....bricks not being placed but thrown onto my back. I know its important to memorize the drink menu but it's not everything...remember Amanda you have a test. Yes, yes of course, don't explain yourself school comes first, then your stupid job. I mean what 18 year old actually knows what is in a Lond island ice tea...I just found out that isnt not ice tea. It seems like paat 9 all people want to do is drink. I hate closing here at Pete's you have to stay here till 2:30a.m. and there are people who stay here that long. It seems like forever...."Alcohol abuse" maybe I’m not an expert on it but I have know a few drunks that come into my work. I interviewed someone who is a drunk...I don't think there really is a time when I was there that he wasn’t…Sad I know. The audience for the book i read about alcohol abuse is to understand why people feel the need to spend hours in a bar waisting away drinking, people wanting to be drunks (ha-ha) or people using it for research like me. The purpose for this is basically, what are the results in drinking long-term how they effect others and why people become this. I find it so fascinating...the guy who wrote this must have been a recovering because no one can tell the true story unless they live it, ya know what I mean. I much rather spend my time studying to become a pilot, something that doesnt put me down.
Entry 2
I finally soloed I think this is one of the happiest days of my life, I was so scared, I didnt know what I was gonna do when I was up there by myself because I was shaking and so nervous. I was so glad when I was finally on the ground and my flight instructor was waiting for me at the hanger, he filmed the entire thing so that I could show my family what I did. I remember though in the back of my mind that I'm gonna have to go to work soon... I hate work...but I won't let this bring me down. I'll just continue my research and observations for my essay. I have been spending a lot of time on it so I hope everyone enjoys it. I still can't believe I flew all by myself!
(Later that Night.)
I tried... I tried so hard not to let anyone get to my or anything...this horrible place ruined one of the happiest times of my life, I let them I tried not to but I couldnt stop them. They have no heart for people who have a furute. I remember reading the book Talking texts : how speech and writing interact in school
learning . I read that people talk differently in certain cituations like when your at dinner vs. work. I know you wouldnt be talking about what movie you want to see in the middle of a buisness meeting. I know the way people act when they drink and treat me isnt the way they would at home or work. This doesnt make up for how they act but is sure explains a lot.
Entry 3
I don't want to work here anymore. I don't feel the need to be here at all. I have put my application in Blockbuster and recieved a call for an interview. If I get the job I'm leaving at once. I think Ill like it there, I mean why shouldnt I, I love movies and I'v seen a bunch of them. I think it was the last staw when I asked one of my customers, a man what he wanted to drink and he grinned and replied "brest milk" followed by "and can I get it myself?" I could have shot him...but them I would have gotten fired...almost worth it though, well I told the manager about it and he ran up to the guy told him off and was about to ask him to leave when the owner walts up told the manager to leave and bought the man a round of beers with his buddies. It mad me sick. So, so sick. I knew then that I could no longer be close to a place like this ever again. The owner even offered me a job at his other resturant, thinking that I would like it because it's smaller and more fancy...well I told him to shove it. If Blockbuster does not hire me I will Keep lookingand not lose faith, I know that I can get a better job. I won't make nearly as much but atleast I'll have my pride, I will just have to save more and spend less, I can do that I know I can. I can be every responsible when I want to.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Very Short Assugnment "Step one"
I have many questions that I would like to continue to research to find more answers that have yet to be solved or further looked at with my community. Some that I will look deeper at is why everyone lets other walk all over them for a few more dollars and little respect, aswell as why people can be so fake and not have there concisous effect by it. I know I might not be able to answer all of this the way that people who are this can, but I am going to try. My audience for this project is clearly those who pretend to be those they are not, and people in the resturant buisness who must act certain ways and do certain things to get the job done. I would like to believe that some college students might be intereged to read what I will write. I want to speak out to those who have been mistreated in there jobs and everyday life who havent found the strength to stand up because they feel that there job is more important then there self respect, I know this will be hard for those to step forward but I want them to know that I was once like them but I found the courage to move forward. I believe that teachers will be moved by what I have to say and will take that into concideration when helping those write truly what is on there minds and not what they think the teacher would like to hear.
Here is a list of my genre's I have chosen to use (Sarah if you feel that these are bad just let me know and I will find others.)
1.Obituary (One of the drunks left without being cut off so that Pete's could make a buck and on the way home he hit a kid riding his bike home in the dark.)
2.Scene from a movie/play/script (The play Ceasar I will use when he is stabbed and betrayed by many, crossing with the argument interview I saw at Pete's.)
3. Dictionary entries (I will make a list of words that I think describe Pete's and write my own thoughts of what the words really mean.)
4. Series of diary entries (I will write 3 diary entries of my experience and feelings at Pete's.)
5. Resignation Letter (I will have a full page letter of me leaving Pete's and why in ways that is more professional hidding a lot of my true feelings in respect for them, what little I have.)
6.Map (I will make a percice map of the resturant in detail of where everything is and what is looks like from a birds eye view.)
7.Memo (If I were a manager I would like to send a memo out about respect and list many other things that should have been addressed to Pete's long ago.)
8. Poems ( I will end with a poem that truly shares my feelings and thought about how I was when working there and how I am now.)
Here is a list of my genre's I have chosen to use (Sarah if you feel that these are bad just let me know and I will find others.)
1.Obituary (One of the drunks left without being cut off so that Pete's could make a buck and on the way home he hit a kid riding his bike home in the dark.)
2.Scene from a movie/play/script (The play Ceasar I will use when he is stabbed and betrayed by many, crossing with the argument interview I saw at Pete's.)
3. Dictionary entries (I will make a list of words that I think describe Pete's and write my own thoughts of what the words really mean.)
4. Series of diary entries (I will write 3 diary entries of my experience and feelings at Pete's.)
5. Resignation Letter (I will have a full page letter of me leaving Pete's and why in ways that is more professional hidding a lot of my true feelings in respect for them, what little I have.)
6.Map (I will make a percice map of the resturant in detail of where everything is and what is looks like from a birds eye view.)
7.Memo (If I were a manager I would like to send a memo out about respect and list many other things that should have been addressed to Pete's long ago.)
8. Poems ( I will end with a poem that truly shares my feelings and thought about how I was when working there and how I am now.)
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Interview Reflection Post
Sarah Beth,
My interview with Pete's inself as a whole...is beautiful. My story is through my eyes with others sharing there bits and peices or pain. I want to share with everyone what they too have felt and slowly have been able to tell me. Before I left I felt honored that they would do so knowing that they could talk to me. I promised I would keep names hidden and only use what I know for this project, and not to hurt them in return. I will use this in my essay because it's like the iceing on this beautiful cake I have made with everything I have learned and found out about this place and ways to obsorb everything more with the research I learned.
Here is a list of those I have Interviewed: (Hidden)
1. Manager Bald
2. Manager Kind
3. Blonde waitress
4. Pizza Man
5. Hostest Ash
They all fit in so well because they all play key parts in this little community of mine, without them...there would be no Resturant...in my eyes may be a good thing. The interview slowly opened my eyes and made it easy to answer my research question. Everyone felt certain pains that I have felt but all in there own ways, weither it was because of there child, they pride, or there feelings...it was all effected...my vanity was hurt more then others...but now I understand why. Everyone I interviewed were insiders...they have worked there for a long time and know all about this place, some did not agree with me about this place and others were dying to find a way out...some wanted to leave but were bound to this place because of there child. I almost knew what each of them would say...I picked them for a reason, because I saw them hurt by this place have a baby while working at this place and almost giving all of their time to this place so I knew that would have much to say.
My interview with Pete's inself as a whole...is beautiful. My story is through my eyes with others sharing there bits and peices or pain. I want to share with everyone what they too have felt and slowly have been able to tell me. Before I left I felt honored that they would do so knowing that they could talk to me. I promised I would keep names hidden and only use what I know for this project, and not to hurt them in return. I will use this in my essay because it's like the iceing on this beautiful cake I have made with everything I have learned and found out about this place and ways to obsorb everything more with the research I learned.
Here is a list of those I have Interviewed: (Hidden)
1. Manager Bald
2. Manager Kind
3. Blonde waitress
4. Pizza Man
5. Hostest Ash
They all fit in so well because they all play key parts in this little community of mine, without them...there would be no Resturant...in my eyes may be a good thing. The interview slowly opened my eyes and made it easy to answer my research question. Everyone felt certain pains that I have felt but all in there own ways, weither it was because of there child, they pride, or there feelings...it was all effected...my vanity was hurt more then others...but now I understand why. Everyone I interviewed were insiders...they have worked there for a long time and know all about this place, some did not agree with me about this place and others were dying to find a way out...some wanted to leave but were bound to this place because of there child. I almost knew what each of them would say...I picked them for a reason, because I saw them hurt by this place have a baby while working at this place and almost giving all of their time to this place so I knew that would have much to say.
Final Research Question Proposal
This is the basic jist of my first Research Proposal..."Why isn’t anyone standing up and saying something, if everyone feels the same way that I do about this place?" I think I might know some reasons why but I'm not ready to reveal my conclusions until I know for a fact that they are concrete.
I have the answer but I am not ready tp reveal it because I know it will ruin the paper, and I can't risk that, I'm sure that you probably already know the answer but it will sound a whole lot better mot repeated but only said once and thats in my essay which I have started to conduct, I feel it will be one of my better writings, though I will not be too original with my words because I have already wrote much of my paper in my blogs, I still feel that with all of my hard work and researh I will still make this very interesting for you to read.
I also took what you said into deep consideration. I have took the liberty and talked to a few people who didn't work at the resturant and asked them about there uncomfortable working conditions and how they handle it. My mother works at FORD and as you know FORD is going threw a very hard time and is cutting a lot of people's jobs, luckly my mother has kept her job aswell as my step-father. Everyday my mother goes to work and she works knowing that she could be fired at any moment and there isnt a thing she can do about it. She says that it's a very scary thing having 2 kids in college and only being 50 she worries about herself when she one day will want to retire. I try to be there for her but only she and her other co-workers can really know how that feels, to put so much time and years into a job and then be stabed in the back. When I worked at a movie-theater I dedicated 2 years there (would have been more if I could) and out of no where the place went out of buisness and they told us 3 days before so that we would work out the rest of out shifts...i felt betrayed it was a horrible day. I also looked into my researching on cults like you mentioned and found many answers. I know now how to answer my question but once again I will wait, trust me when I say I am confident about this and I am on the right track.I am glad you like the question as much as I do.
I have the answer but I am not ready tp reveal it because I know it will ruin the paper, and I can't risk that, I'm sure that you probably already know the answer but it will sound a whole lot better mot repeated but only said once and thats in my essay which I have started to conduct, I feel it will be one of my better writings, though I will not be too original with my words because I have already wrote much of my paper in my blogs, I still feel that with all of my hard work and researh I will still make this very interesting for you to read.
I also took what you said into deep consideration. I have took the liberty and talked to a few people who didn't work at the resturant and asked them about there uncomfortable working conditions and how they handle it. My mother works at FORD and as you know FORD is going threw a very hard time and is cutting a lot of people's jobs, luckly my mother has kept her job aswell as my step-father. Everyday my mother goes to work and she works knowing that she could be fired at any moment and there isnt a thing she can do about it. She says that it's a very scary thing having 2 kids in college and only being 50 she worries about herself when she one day will want to retire. I try to be there for her but only she and her other co-workers can really know how that feels, to put so much time and years into a job and then be stabed in the back. When I worked at a movie-theater I dedicated 2 years there (would have been more if I could) and out of no where the place went out of buisness and they told us 3 days before so that we would work out the rest of out shifts...i felt betrayed it was a horrible day. I also looked into my researching on cults like you mentioned and found many answers. I know now how to answer my question but once again I will wait, trust me when I say I am confident about this and I am on the right track.I am glad you like the question as much as I do.
CRJ's #3
Feburary, 20th 2008
2:59P.M.-4:26P.M.
"Car 4"
Left side of page
"Observations" 8-11
-Things seem pillowed, I can barly hear.
-I can see the waitresses scurry about like mice in a maze.
-I can see people entering through the two glass door and a beam of light tries to escape.
-I can also see smoke creep through the door as it has a breeze enter through the door as well.
-I smell cigarettes all kinds not being able to tell what brand is what,except that one is "Black n Milds" and has a horrible smell to it.
-Right below me is where the kitchen is located, and I can still hear the faint echos of the cooks bickering about another pointless thing.
-I hear someone behind one of the cars where we keep all of our dry stock..they must be getting something.
-I yawn because this I know how boring this place is but I also think to myself that I shortly won't have to be here anymore after this essay.
-I notice that the car was infact a real car that drove on the road, which is pretty cool.
-I see that the radio still is intact and the wheels have been taken car of, the car is from the 50's that's all I really know for sure, other than that I'm clueless, I think I know more about planes then cars.
-I see from a distance that my friend Steff (not like everyone else that works there she's actually nice) I see her walking up the steps towards my car.
-She sits acorss from me in the car, I see her hands are full of silverware.
-Steff begins to rolls silverware and I observe how she places a fork and knife together on the corner of a napkin then slowly rolls
-We only roll silverware when we get bored...otherwise we just slap in on the table.
-She finished grabs everything and goes back downstairs, I decide to follow her because I'm not getting any action upstairs in the car.
-I sit on the bottom step because I know today is slow and they will not sit anyone upstairs...so I wont be in the way.
-I can see into the kitchen from here...I see the dishwasher.
-I see how people just throw there dishes at him without cleaning them off or seperating the silverware from the dishes.
-I see when they drop things and water splashes everywhere, he signs and shakes his head
-I imagine in his mind he is counting down the minutes till he can leave this horrible enviorment.
-I feel a breeze from the side down being open and shiver a little. I know it's about time for me to leave because I only become more depressed seeing things like this.
-I see waitresses take there bad tips out on the hostest because of something they have nothing to do with.
- As I walk out the door I turn around once more and shake my head at this awful place.
-The door slowly shuts behind me, and I hear the faint echos from the bar faid away.
-I get into my car and start it, sigh of relief...and drive away...smileing.
Right Side of Pages 8-11.
"Questions and Observations"
-The car covers you like a dome...older people prefer to sit in them because it blocks, some smoke and some noise the the bar heavenly pollutes. Personally, if you want a nice quite place, eat somewhere else.
-Sometimes I would hide up here for what seemed like hours, not wanting to come down and back into the rush.
-I remember when I worked mornings and after the sun hit a certain part where it shined threw like windows in a church they would make me shut them quickly...like we were vampires.
-I would wake up in the middle of the night because of all the smoke I enhaled during a long night at Pete's
-I never knew what "Black n Mild" were untill I was about 14 and I was waiting at my bus stop and some kid got a hold of them and was smoking them infront of all the children to show off...later that day I believe it made him sick...I don't remember everything.
-The kitchen is always so loud, I never understood why there so loud, can't customers here them...I think they should be much more quite.
-I remember long nights there and later on being asked to run upstairs and fetch a long list of stock...I would have to make several trips up and down the stairs because I am too small to lift everything at once...no one offered to help.
- I really do enjoy this class and research...I just know that I'm paying a price being here...but I want everyone to know how much I hate this place.
-So many customers come into this place wanting to dine in our cars. Mostly older couples or children, every now and then you get someone who travleled here from an hour away. Then there's the high school kids that think there just fun. I mean I admit the first time I came here I thought it was pretty cool.Cleaning the cars seem to take forever...and there is always something that the managers or owners find to bitch about. I atleast can never make them happy...atleast I wont have to anymore.
-Steff is pure, she likes working here...I think it's another case of being dumb means 95% of the time she's happy. That's why I like her so much...all she wants to do right now is party and make money. Wouldnt that be a nice life, her parents take care of everything else, she's not stuck up though...she great.
-I remember walking down these stairs once and slipping I got up looked around and thought that no one saw me and really...a lot of people did...customers came up and even asked if I was okay. I felt so stupid and all of my co-workers reminded me of it for the rest of the night.
-I can't treat anyone like I'm higher then them. I don't think I'm better then him...truth be told that when I was a hostest he prolly made more money then I did. I know he has a child that he loves very much and I know he loves pizza, I also know that against my thoughts he sells valume.(sp?) I know this because I have taken the time to talk to him...because I care.
-As I walk out I think of all the horrible things that have taken place here and all the things bad that will continue to happen here. I had a story of my life in this box...I wanted to share it with you because from one intellegent person to another, every story is worth telling, maybe my pain will be set free from letting another know what I have felt. Your words have healed me before, now maybe others will follow and do the same.
2:59P.M.-4:26P.M.
"Car 4"
Left side of page
"Observations" 8-11
-Things seem pillowed, I can barly hear.
-I can see the waitresses scurry about like mice in a maze.
-I can see people entering through the two glass door and a beam of light tries to escape.
-I can also see smoke creep through the door as it has a breeze enter through the door as well.
-I smell cigarettes all kinds not being able to tell what brand is what,except that one is "Black n Milds" and has a horrible smell to it.
-Right below me is where the kitchen is located, and I can still hear the faint echos of the cooks bickering about another pointless thing.
-I hear someone behind one of the cars where we keep all of our dry stock..they must be getting something.
-I yawn because this I know how boring this place is but I also think to myself that I shortly won't have to be here anymore after this essay.
-I notice that the car was infact a real car that drove on the road, which is pretty cool.
-I see that the radio still is intact and the wheels have been taken car of, the car is from the 50's that's all I really know for sure, other than that I'm clueless, I think I know more about planes then cars.
-I see from a distance that my friend Steff (not like everyone else that works there she's actually nice) I see her walking up the steps towards my car.
-She sits acorss from me in the car, I see her hands are full of silverware.
-Steff begins to rolls silverware and I observe how she places a fork and knife together on the corner of a napkin then slowly rolls
-We only roll silverware when we get bored...otherwise we just slap in on the table.
-She finished grabs everything and goes back downstairs, I decide to follow her because I'm not getting any action upstairs in the car.
-I sit on the bottom step because I know today is slow and they will not sit anyone upstairs...so I wont be in the way.
-I can see into the kitchen from here...I see the dishwasher.
-I see how people just throw there dishes at him without cleaning them off or seperating the silverware from the dishes.
-I see when they drop things and water splashes everywhere, he signs and shakes his head
-I imagine in his mind he is counting down the minutes till he can leave this horrible enviorment.
-I feel a breeze from the side down being open and shiver a little. I know it's about time for me to leave because I only become more depressed seeing things like this.
-I see waitresses take there bad tips out on the hostest because of something they have nothing to do with.
- As I walk out the door I turn around once more and shake my head at this awful place.
-The door slowly shuts behind me, and I hear the faint echos from the bar faid away.
-I get into my car and start it, sigh of relief...and drive away...smileing.
Right Side of Pages 8-11.
"Questions and Observations"
-The car covers you like a dome...older people prefer to sit in them because it blocks, some smoke and some noise the the bar heavenly pollutes. Personally, if you want a nice quite place, eat somewhere else.
-Sometimes I would hide up here for what seemed like hours, not wanting to come down and back into the rush.
-I remember when I worked mornings and after the sun hit a certain part where it shined threw like windows in a church they would make me shut them quickly...like we were vampires.
-I would wake up in the middle of the night because of all the smoke I enhaled during a long night at Pete's
-I never knew what "Black n Mild" were untill I was about 14 and I was waiting at my bus stop and some kid got a hold of them and was smoking them infront of all the children to show off...later that day I believe it made him sick...I don't remember everything.
-The kitchen is always so loud, I never understood why there so loud, can't customers here them...I think they should be much more quite.
-I remember long nights there and later on being asked to run upstairs and fetch a long list of stock...I would have to make several trips up and down the stairs because I am too small to lift everything at once...no one offered to help.
- I really do enjoy this class and research...I just know that I'm paying a price being here...but I want everyone to know how much I hate this place.
-So many customers come into this place wanting to dine in our cars. Mostly older couples or children, every now and then you get someone who travleled here from an hour away. Then there's the high school kids that think there just fun. I mean I admit the first time I came here I thought it was pretty cool.Cleaning the cars seem to take forever...and there is always something that the managers or owners find to bitch about. I atleast can never make them happy...atleast I wont have to anymore.
-Steff is pure, she likes working here...I think it's another case of being dumb means 95% of the time she's happy. That's why I like her so much...all she wants to do right now is party and make money. Wouldnt that be a nice life, her parents take care of everything else, she's not stuck up though...she great.
-I remember walking down these stairs once and slipping I got up looked around and thought that no one saw me and really...a lot of people did...customers came up and even asked if I was okay. I felt so stupid and all of my co-workers reminded me of it for the rest of the night.
-I can't treat anyone like I'm higher then them. I don't think I'm better then him...truth be told that when I was a hostest he prolly made more money then I did. I know he has a child that he loves very much and I know he loves pizza, I also know that against my thoughts he sells valume.(sp?) I know this because I have taken the time to talk to him...because I care.
-As I walk out I think of all the horrible things that have taken place here and all the things bad that will continue to happen here. I had a story of my life in this box...I wanted to share it with you because from one intellegent person to another, every story is worth telling, maybe my pain will be set free from letting another know what I have felt. Your words have healed me before, now maybe others will follow and do the same.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
"Annotated Bibliography #3"
Lankford, Ronnie D.. Alcohol abuse. Detroit: Greenhaven Press, 2007.
Now I'm really going to be put up to the test of "Multi Tasking" I am currently listening to music reading about drunks and writing to you all about it...plus I'm texting so bare with me. I think this book would be really funny to use in my research essay because hey, I mean do I deal with drunks or what...I'm good at it too. I know almost every reason why there drinking and I am always right when it comes to guessing what they will drink. I have memorized a whole alphabet on beer and I'm getting pretty darn good with alcohol. Don't ask me how to make anything because I'd prolly be wrong...truth is I could care less, I am bad at waitressing at the bar because I choose to be I don't give a shit how I am there, I refuse to study the menu and drinks because I give all my "studying time" too school...I guess it's just something I'll have to eventually forgive myself for...haha. So sorry about the run on but seriously...I never stop to take a breath when I talk so no use in lying on here when I type...my mind runs thousands of words at a time.
Lets talk more about the book..."Alcohol abuse" maybe I’m not an expert on it but I have a whole handful of people on...funny to in my interview with "Pete's Restaurant" (the whole place as a whole) I interview someone who is a drunk...I don't think there really is a time when I was there that he wasnt..Sad I know. The audience for this book has to be either drunks, recovering drunks, people wanting to be drunks (ha-ha) or people using it for research like me. The purpose for this is basically, what are the results in drinking long-term how they effect others and why people become this. I find it so fascinating...the guy who wrote this must have been a recovering because no one can tell the true story unless they live it, ya know what I mean. I tried to focus on why they are like this...I'm not reading it to help them, I don't want to help them...half those bastards hit on me or said the worse things to me, sad part is that they are all right around the age of me father. I am using this book for my essay then after that I'll move on and never look back. I am so much stronger then them, and I am learning that. Thanks to you I feel so much better about myself...college has opened my eyes to so much...sometimes when I walk alone threw campus with music playing in my ears and the wind blowing through my hair with the distinct smell of leaves I feel so relaxed and happy...I know life is changing and first I was scared now I open my arms to it... I love life and how beautiful it is...every...single..Thing. I don’t need a clouded little restaurant bringing me down, or a boy making me cry, I need to smile... and I will. Thank you my little Jewish Sarah Beth, your right being smart is our curse but I will use it to my advantage, I will help others who fall behind and write some of the most beautiful things I can possible bare to put down on paper, I like over thinking, but I also want to separate myself from it and have some fun, I will slowly I will like I have in the past.
Serrats, Marta. Bar design. Cologne: Daab GmbH, 2006
Why not look at how bars are designed...I mean you know everything is made and laid out for a purpose. When you go to Las Vegas and check-in to you hotel you must first walk threw the casino to get to you room. They do this so that quest see the entertainment and are more likely to stop, gamble and come back later to do it again. In resturants they put the bar in the middle are like a brain the center of action where everything takes place, they surround it with pretty lights and in sports bars T.V.'s. They almost make it seem like anyone who is anyone must be here where everything is going on. The purpose for this book would mainly be designs for bars and layouts for better and more convient entertainment.I personally focused on how the made and put the bar in a place where it would get more people to buy more drinks, thus making the bar more profit. I would have to say the main audience other than me once again for researching purposes would be maybe Artitects of those thinking about buidling or investing in a location for a bar. I didn't get too much information for this book because it was a little eirelavent to my topic but I still wanted to know if not only the bar that I worked at purposly put the bar in the middle but if many others did that too. I even went to a few other resturants and bars even really classy ones and found that the bar always was dolled up really nice and was the center of the foundation.Sorry Sarah Beth for this citaion being so short I asure you that I will make it up in my essay, I have much to say and I think I might use some of my blog writings in my essay, if thats okay with you. Thanks.
Now I'm really going to be put up to the test of "Multi Tasking" I am currently listening to music reading about drunks and writing to you all about it...plus I'm texting so bare with me. I think this book would be really funny to use in my research essay because hey, I mean do I deal with drunks or what...I'm good at it too. I know almost every reason why there drinking and I am always right when it comes to guessing what they will drink. I have memorized a whole alphabet on beer and I'm getting pretty darn good with alcohol. Don't ask me how to make anything because I'd prolly be wrong...truth is I could care less, I am bad at waitressing at the bar because I choose to be I don't give a shit how I am there, I refuse to study the menu and drinks because I give all my "studying time" too school...I guess it's just something I'll have to eventually forgive myself for...haha. So sorry about the run on but seriously...I never stop to take a breath when I talk so no use in lying on here when I type...my mind runs thousands of words at a time.
Lets talk more about the book..."Alcohol abuse" maybe I’m not an expert on it but I have a whole handful of people on...funny to in my interview with "Pete's Restaurant" (the whole place as a whole) I interview someone who is a drunk...I don't think there really is a time when I was there that he wasnt..Sad I know. The audience for this book has to be either drunks, recovering drunks, people wanting to be drunks (ha-ha) or people using it for research like me. The purpose for this is basically, what are the results in drinking long-term how they effect others and why people become this. I find it so fascinating...the guy who wrote this must have been a recovering because no one can tell the true story unless they live it, ya know what I mean. I tried to focus on why they are like this...I'm not reading it to help them, I don't want to help them...half those bastards hit on me or said the worse things to me, sad part is that they are all right around the age of me father. I am using this book for my essay then after that I'll move on and never look back. I am so much stronger then them, and I am learning that. Thanks to you I feel so much better about myself...college has opened my eyes to so much...sometimes when I walk alone threw campus with music playing in my ears and the wind blowing through my hair with the distinct smell of leaves I feel so relaxed and happy...I know life is changing and first I was scared now I open my arms to it... I love life and how beautiful it is...every...single..Thing. I don’t need a clouded little restaurant bringing me down, or a boy making me cry, I need to smile... and I will. Thank you my little Jewish Sarah Beth, your right being smart is our curse but I will use it to my advantage, I will help others who fall behind and write some of the most beautiful things I can possible bare to put down on paper, I like over thinking, but I also want to separate myself from it and have some fun, I will slowly I will like I have in the past.
Serrats, Marta. Bar design. Cologne: Daab GmbH, 2006
Why not look at how bars are designed...I mean you know everything is made and laid out for a purpose. When you go to Las Vegas and check-in to you hotel you must first walk threw the casino to get to you room. They do this so that quest see the entertainment and are more likely to stop, gamble and come back later to do it again. In resturants they put the bar in the middle are like a brain the center of action where everything takes place, they surround it with pretty lights and in sports bars T.V.'s. They almost make it seem like anyone who is anyone must be here where everything is going on. The purpose for this book would mainly be designs for bars and layouts for better and more convient entertainment.I personally focused on how the made and put the bar in a place where it would get more people to buy more drinks, thus making the bar more profit. I would have to say the main audience other than me once again for researching purposes would be maybe Artitects of those thinking about buidling or investing in a location for a bar. I didn't get too much information for this book because it was a little eirelavent to my topic but I still wanted to know if not only the bar that I worked at purposly put the bar in the middle but if many others did that too. I even went to a few other resturants and bars even really classy ones and found that the bar always was dolled up really nice and was the center of the foundation.Sorry Sarah Beth for this citaion being so short I asure you that I will make it up in my essay, I have much to say and I think I might use some of my blog writings in my essay, if thats okay with you. Thanks.
Friday, February 15, 2008
"Tentative Research Topic Proposal"
Sarah Beth,
When I started this research project I never thought that I would get attacted to it. I'm starting to see things that I never knew were there, and I'm slowly finding out that other people feel the same way I do about this job. People are slowly letting there true feelings about Pete's unravel, this place really does get to you and start to screw with your head.There are many things that I'm finding out but what is making me dig deeper in my observations and research is why the main question that is.."Why isn’t anyone standing up and saying something, if everyone feels the same way that I do about this place?" I think I might know some reasons why but I'm not ready to reveal my conclusions until I know for a fact that they are concrete. This question is really important, because when I interview co-workers they begin to tell me how they truly feel but then they shy away because of this fear...this fear that the owners have imbedded into everyone. Every night both of the owners come into the bar at least twice a day and observe everyone..their doing their own research. I believe there picking out what’s wrong and getting rid of the weak ones and improving and competing with other bars to become the best. There harsh and they don't care who they hurt. You will never get a raise, you will never get over time for as long as you work there because they don't believe in it.
When I started this research project I never thought that I would get attacted to it. I'm starting to see things that I never knew were there, and I'm slowly finding out that other people feel the same way I do about this job. People are slowly letting there true feelings about Pete's unravel, this place really does get to you and start to screw with your head.There are many things that I'm finding out but what is making me dig deeper in my observations and research is why the main question that is.."Why isn’t anyone standing up and saying something, if everyone feels the same way that I do about this place?" I think I might know some reasons why but I'm not ready to reveal my conclusions until I know for a fact that they are concrete. This question is really important, because when I interview co-workers they begin to tell me how they truly feel but then they shy away because of this fear...this fear that the owners have imbedded into everyone. Every night both of the owners come into the bar at least twice a day and observe everyone..their doing their own research. I believe there picking out what’s wrong and getting rid of the weak ones and improving and competing with other bars to become the best. There harsh and they don't care who they hurt. You will never get a raise, you will never get over time for as long as you work there because they don't believe in it.
CRJ's # 2
Feburary 15th, 2008
6:45p.m.-8:55p.m.
"The Bar"-First Chair
Left Side of Pages 4-7.
"Observations"
-I feel my legs turning and twisitng the chair.I can even feel the bar pole beneath my feet.
-I look up and notice that the manager is cussing at the Keno machine, I laugh because I know that, tha's probably the hardest thing he has to do all day other than treat people like me like shit.
- I see the lead Bartender filling up a Bud Lite and watching all the foam ouzz over, I already know that will be one out of the one hundred that she will poor today.
- I hear behind me two girls (waitresses) fighting about who wants to take a table with these regular customers that are rather picky but still need attention and no one wants to wait on them.
- Finally they rock,paper,sissors and girl A loses, she gets there drinks and mutters something rude as she walks away.
- I sigh a little bit because I look at up at the clock and notice it's only 7:00.
- I decide to get up and walk over to the jup-box and put a few quartors in and play a small amount of songs to make the time go by faster.
- I think before I put the last quator in and remember I could go ask the bartender to give me free credits so I won't have to pay, but then I also think that I'll have to talk to her so I re-think everything and put the last quartor in and shake my head.
-I walk back to my little turney chair and sit down and start to play with staws because today there seems to be a dead spot in the night.
- I figure if I go back in the kitchen something interesting might be going on...
- Thank god I'm right the cooks and the waitresses are at it again fighting about wrong orders that are made and food not coming out on time.
- I sit again the table with the coffee machine, and ice tea maker to see if anything will evolve.
- The manager came into the kitchen and heard the music was turned up really loud, then saw that the girls were getting fustrated by not being able to communicate.
-The manager then goes around to the back of the kitchen where the cooks are and turns the radio down and walks out of the kitchen and back into the resturant.
-The girls all smile at each other and make a "ha, ha" remark.
- I smile a little to trying to hide the fact that I really despise the cooks and the way they talk to me.
- Then the lead cook remarks to the other cook back that all the girls are bitching and fucking annoying (exact words) and shakes his head.
-Then one of the girls contiues the fighting by agging him on with a wahhh noise treating him like he's a baby.
-The cook gets 20 times more pissed because he's know for his very short temper and takes the cooking oil and spray's it at the girl as well as part of me.
-She get's upset and marches away probably to go tell the manager.
-I on the other hand shake my head get a towel and clean myself up.
-I decide I have had enough for tonight and pack my things up and go home to type what I have seen to you.
Right Side of Pages 4-7.
"Ouestions and Observations"
-So many nights have gone by that I have seen drunks fall off this chair and waitresses count there money before they leave for the night. I can't believe I have worked here this long.
-Why did we even get keno anyways, the place where you get you ticket to play is right above the place where we keep all of our beer, bottle, boxes so it's a pain in the ass to put them away with gambaling attics standing there.
-I've seen once how they change the draft beer's it's kinda cool how someone from the back goes and gets a keg the rigs it from under the bar. I hate beer though...its nasty, I mean yes my father was a drunk that loved beer but thats not why I hate it, I have tryed to sip it down but the only way that I'm gonna drink is if I'm really fucking thirsty.
-You know I'm really tired of hearing waitresses complain that they never have enough money or have to get things for there kids and blah,blah,blah because when it comes to a table that the people are a little difficult no one wants to get off there ass and get the job done,that's how you make money.
-Who the hell is in there mid 20's and rock, paper, sissors what babies.
-I hate the clock right by the bar...it's like 15-20 minutes forward and when I'm working a shift I would always look at it and get excited because I thought I would be almost off work and then I would remember that its fast...it pissed me off.
-This damn box seems to never play anything I like...or ever have songs of bands that I actually listen to. You think that it being on "internet" jup-box it could friken find some of the music I listen to but nooooo only country and hick-ass stuff it available ohh yeah and the alternative rock crap and some rap...lucky me.
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6:45p.m.-8:55p.m.
"The Bar"-First Chair
Left Side of Pages 4-7.
"Observations"
-I feel my legs turning and twisitng the chair.I can even feel the bar pole beneath my feet.
-I look up and notice that the manager is cussing at the Keno machine, I laugh because I know that, tha's probably the hardest thing he has to do all day other than treat people like me like shit.
- I see the lead Bartender filling up a Bud Lite and watching all the foam ouzz over, I already know that will be one out of the one hundred that she will poor today.
- I hear behind me two girls (waitresses) fighting about who wants to take a table with these regular customers that are rather picky but still need attention and no one wants to wait on them.
- Finally they rock,paper,sissors and girl A loses, she gets there drinks and mutters something rude as she walks away.
- I sigh a little bit because I look at up at the clock and notice it's only 7:00.
- I decide to get up and walk over to the jup-box and put a few quartors in and play a small amount of songs to make the time go by faster.
- I think before I put the last quator in and remember I could go ask the bartender to give me free credits so I won't have to pay, but then I also think that I'll have to talk to her so I re-think everything and put the last quartor in and shake my head.
-I walk back to my little turney chair and sit down and start to play with staws because today there seems to be a dead spot in the night.
- I figure if I go back in the kitchen something interesting might be going on...
- Thank god I'm right the cooks and the waitresses are at it again fighting about wrong orders that are made and food not coming out on time.
- I sit again the table with the coffee machine, and ice tea maker to see if anything will evolve.
- The manager came into the kitchen and heard the music was turned up really loud, then saw that the girls were getting fustrated by not being able to communicate.
-The manager then goes around to the back of the kitchen where the cooks are and turns the radio down and walks out of the kitchen and back into the resturant.
-The girls all smile at each other and make a "ha, ha" remark.
- I smile a little to trying to hide the fact that I really despise the cooks and the way they talk to me.
- Then the lead cook remarks to the other cook back that all the girls are bitching and fucking annoying (exact words) and shakes his head.
-Then one of the girls contiues the fighting by agging him on with a wahhh noise treating him like he's a baby.
-The cook gets 20 times more pissed because he's know for his very short temper and takes the cooking oil and spray's it at the girl as well as part of me.
-She get's upset and marches away probably to go tell the manager.
-I on the other hand shake my head get a towel and clean myself up.
-I decide I have had enough for tonight and pack my things up and go home to type what I have seen to you.
Right Side of Pages 4-7.
"Ouestions and Observations"
-So many nights have gone by that I have seen drunks fall off this chair and waitresses count there money before they leave for the night. I can't believe I have worked here this long.
-Why did we even get keno anyways, the place where you get you ticket to play is right above the place where we keep all of our beer, bottle, boxes so it's a pain in the ass to put them away with gambaling attics standing there.
-I've seen once how they change the draft beer's it's kinda cool how someone from the back goes and gets a keg the rigs it from under the bar. I hate beer though...its nasty, I mean yes my father was a drunk that loved beer but thats not why I hate it, I have tryed to sip it down but the only way that I'm gonna drink is if I'm really fucking thirsty.
-You know I'm really tired of hearing waitresses complain that they never have enough money or have to get things for there kids and blah,blah,blah because when it comes to a table that the people are a little difficult no one wants to get off there ass and get the job done,that's how you make money.
-Who the hell is in there mid 20's and rock, paper, sissors what babies.
-I hate the clock right by the bar...it's like 15-20 minutes forward and when I'm working a shift I would always look at it and get excited because I thought I would be almost off work and then I would remember that its fast...it pissed me off.
-This damn box seems to never play anything I like...or ever have songs of bands that I actually listen to. You think that it being on "internet" jup-box it could friken find some of the music I listen to but nooooo only country and hick-ass stuff it available ohh yeah and the alternative rock crap and some rap...lucky me.
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Thursday, February 14, 2008
"Annotated Bibliograhy #2"
Horowitz, Rosalind. Talking texts : how speech and writing interact in school learning . Mahwah: Lawrence Erlbaum Associates, 2007.
Once again Sarah Beth, that damn blogger is out to get me and refuses to let me underline. I’m sure you’re well aware that I know it should be underline as well as yourself. Anyways, I am very excited to talk about this book, plus it is Valentines Day and I am alone :( sad I know I have a few offers but I passed. This book talks about Speech as you can tell by the text, it allows me to read and learn how to interpret and make sense of many different ages of conversation think it focuses on main groups that have certain conversations, I mean you wouldn’t talk the same way when you're eating at dinner, versus at the movies talking during the movie. The difference is at dinner you tend to focus on the movie talk about one's day more like small talk, while during a movie its a low whisper that usually is either talking about the movie, snacks at the movie, or going to the bathroom. This book is also referred more towards teachers and understand there students, but I can also be a part of the authors audience for I would like to understand the people I watch and listen so very closely too. Talk as text: gender and children’s conversational interaction -- Teenage talk: a London-based chat and discussion compared -- Dinner talk: gaining cultural membership in modern literate societies -- These are only a few things this book discuss I found the Dinner talk quite interesting for I am observing not only those who serve but those who dine. Her main focus was too dig deep and really discover the meaning behind vocals and why certain times and ages call for certain ways of talking and communication. I know those two words seem like the same but can be described as two very different things. I still can't shake the fact that this book literally gives you the door to a number of different kind of talking. I truly encourage others to not only use this for observing and researching purposes but also for Meir entertainment. It most defiantly will help my researching and allow me to interpret and fully understand the language that my co-workers are speaking and yes I know it's English but maybe ill be able to interpret there actions and how they talk to a certain person one way and another person another way. The main purpose I feel for this book is to understand others. I think everyone tries to understand other cultures and languages that they lose sight if there own and forget that you can’t really understand others until you can understand your own.
Swarts, Katherine. Are cults a serious threat?. Detroit: Greenhaven Press, 2007.
Okay now I know that this next one looks totally off base but really, a cult is a group of people that all have the same beliefs and feelings, much like the communities that we are observing. I feel that it would be morally wrong to overlook even cults because they too can be useful for observation. Even at the Restaurant they seem to be in a semi-cult-like manner where they all believe that making money is more important that being nice to others, and how if you not wearing a Pete's shirt then it must be sports related only during the time that, that sport is playing. And if your a hostess which I have done for about a year until I started waitressing, they require you to dress a little dare I say "slutty" even after I repeatedly told they that I rather not because of the audience I was getting, the "un-needed" audience. So yeah your probably laughing right now that I have chose this book about scary cults and what there all about but you know Sarah that it is kind of relevant to our "community" era that we are in, in English 121. I want to be there audience along with those who are researching "cults" because in some small way I do believe my community is a cult, they brain wash you and make you believe your worthless and that the rude, nasty comments guys say are just something you need to get over and get used to.
The purpose of this writing is to demonstrate down in text if cults should go un-noticed or if we should be scared and aware other them, blah, blah,blah. This is how I really am using it even though we all know that yes this would be a very good source if I was doing a documentary on the KKK or any other bizarre pointless cult, I am using this for this purpose, it shows you what a group of people would do for what they really truly believe is right and what they think is okay and should be done. The people I work with really believe that it is okay tat because they got "knocked up" now they must live there life doing the only thing that's legal and can skill get you a lot of money without a college degree. I do admit that there are woman who work there that this is only a stepping stool for them when there in college or high school. This is how I look at it, when so many people in a close community all do the same thing whether it is right or wrong, they start to believe its okay because no one else is there to tell them different. They lost there opportunities in life, I still have mine and in many way's I think it bothers them, I think it makes them made that I’m child free, smart, young and well decent looking but most of all still have my entire life ahead of me, with nothing holding me back.
I focused on things that this book talked about such as why people result to succeed in cults and why they can be manipulated so easily, I know this sounds odd but it really does give me insight to my community, I think something your so evolved in has a way of brain-washing you, even if you don't think so, or don't want to believe.
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
P.S. Thanks for blogging me back about the letter! :( Just kidding I know you will in time, but remember chew it 3 times then swallow after reading. Ha, ha.
Once again Sarah Beth, that damn blogger is out to get me and refuses to let me underline. I’m sure you’re well aware that I know it should be underline as well as yourself. Anyways, I am very excited to talk about this book, plus it is Valentines Day and I am alone :( sad I know I have a few offers but I passed. This book talks about Speech as you can tell by the text, it allows me to read and learn how to interpret and make sense of many different ages of conversation think it focuses on main groups that have certain conversations, I mean you wouldn’t talk the same way when you're eating at dinner, versus at the movies talking during the movie. The difference is at dinner you tend to focus on the movie talk about one's day more like small talk, while during a movie its a low whisper that usually is either talking about the movie, snacks at the movie, or going to the bathroom. This book is also referred more towards teachers and understand there students, but I can also be a part of the authors audience for I would like to understand the people I watch and listen so very closely too. Talk as text: gender and children’s conversational interaction -- Teenage talk: a London-based chat and discussion compared -- Dinner talk: gaining cultural membership in modern literate societies -- These are only a few things this book discuss I found the Dinner talk quite interesting for I am observing not only those who serve but those who dine. Her main focus was too dig deep and really discover the meaning behind vocals and why certain times and ages call for certain ways of talking and communication. I know those two words seem like the same but can be described as two very different things. I still can't shake the fact that this book literally gives you the door to a number of different kind of talking. I truly encourage others to not only use this for observing and researching purposes but also for Meir entertainment. It most defiantly will help my researching and allow me to interpret and fully understand the language that my co-workers are speaking and yes I know it's English but maybe ill be able to interpret there actions and how they talk to a certain person one way and another person another way. The main purpose I feel for this book is to understand others. I think everyone tries to understand other cultures and languages that they lose sight if there own and forget that you can’t really understand others until you can understand your own.
Swarts, Katherine. Are cults a serious threat?. Detroit: Greenhaven Press, 2007.
Okay now I know that this next one looks totally off base but really, a cult is a group of people that all have the same beliefs and feelings, much like the communities that we are observing. I feel that it would be morally wrong to overlook even cults because they too can be useful for observation. Even at the Restaurant they seem to be in a semi-cult-like manner where they all believe that making money is more important that being nice to others, and how if you not wearing a Pete's shirt then it must be sports related only during the time that, that sport is playing. And if your a hostess which I have done for about a year until I started waitressing, they require you to dress a little dare I say "slutty" even after I repeatedly told they that I rather not because of the audience I was getting, the "un-needed" audience. So yeah your probably laughing right now that I have chose this book about scary cults and what there all about but you know Sarah that it is kind of relevant to our "community" era that we are in, in English 121. I want to be there audience along with those who are researching "cults" because in some small way I do believe my community is a cult, they brain wash you and make you believe your worthless and that the rude, nasty comments guys say are just something you need to get over and get used to.
The purpose of this writing is to demonstrate down in text if cults should go un-noticed or if we should be scared and aware other them, blah, blah,blah. This is how I really am using it even though we all know that yes this would be a very good source if I was doing a documentary on the KKK or any other bizarre pointless cult, I am using this for this purpose, it shows you what a group of people would do for what they really truly believe is right and what they think is okay and should be done. The people I work with really believe that it is okay tat because they got "knocked up" now they must live there life doing the only thing that's legal and can skill get you a lot of money without a college degree. I do admit that there are woman who work there that this is only a stepping stool for them when there in college or high school. This is how I look at it, when so many people in a close community all do the same thing whether it is right or wrong, they start to believe its okay because no one else is there to tell them different. They lost there opportunities in life, I still have mine and in many way's I think it bothers them, I think it makes them made that I’m child free, smart, young and well decent looking but most of all still have my entire life ahead of me, with nothing holding me back.
I focused on things that this book talked about such as why people result to succeed in cults and why they can be manipulated so easily, I know this sounds odd but it really does give me insight to my community, I think something your so evolved in has a way of brain-washing you, even if you don't think so, or don't want to believe.
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
P.S. Thanks for blogging me back about the letter! :( Just kidding I know you will in time, but remember chew it 3 times then swallow after reading. Ha, ha.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
CRJ's #1
Feburary 10, 2008
1:35p.m.-3:45p.m.
Booth # 31 and Kitchen
Left Side of Pages 1-3.
"Observations"
-I'm sitting in a resturant, in a closed booth surrounded by walls... four walls to be exact.This is a place with shrines of car parts, Berr advertisments and reciently added the game "Keno". The tables are all neatly placed with napkins and silverware.
-There is a large bar that wrapes around in a short of oval shape. The place is swarmed with Flat-screen T.V.'s hence it being called a "Sports Bar".
-Slowly the bar fills up again for another uneventful night, well atleast in my eyes.Today is the day that I will be "running".
- I now remove myself from the booth and postition myself in the kitchen. The kitchen is a fithy place, full of uneducated, over-weight, cooks in an enviorment tha is anything but clean.
- I pace back and forth on one side of the kitchen, waiting....waiting...untill I am needed to run.
-I noticed that a man (mentioning no names for legal reasons) that works only at the pizza station or at least that's what we call it and he only makes things like pizza, calzones and subs has this little set up. Kinda like a converier belt that has every thing he'll need to make things in that sort. Right behind him is a huge over that allows him to accomplish his work faster. He always looks so dirty and down. We will call him the "pizza man".
-The owner walked in and turned directly towards the "pizza man" and told him to go..and these were his words, " I told you that you were suppose to shovel the walk way and what did you do you put salt over it like a dumb ass. Go Fuck youself." Before the "pizza man" was able to defend himself the owner had left.
-At this point everyone in the kitchen felt ackward. I chose to grap a plate and leave. Anything to make things less weird, plus I didnt want the owner to come back and find something to yell at me about.I knew from that point I had to get out,leave this place for good.
-I now lean against the counter where right behind me is a coffee maker and an Ice-Tea machine. I can see from the distance the "pizza man", how embaressed yet pissed he is. Yes I know that he did something else when he was specifically told to do one thing, but come on.
- I see the expo, she is leaning down grapping a knife for a Sonora steak that we serve a lot. I noticed she's red, very red on her back. Must have been tanning a little longer that usual.
- I also can hear a rhytem, like a beat outside the doors from the kitchen. When the door swings open every few seconds I can pick up what song it playing. Usally those damn bar songs you hear from movies like "Coyote Ugly".
- I take a large breath and brace myself and I attempt to lift a very heavy tray. I believe it is four mexican dishes and a salad (our salads are the size of a Hippo)I steady myself and that in one quick motion lift the tray onto my right shoulder. I them kick the door open with my foot weave threw the table as I grind my teeth with pain up 10 stair and place the large tray on a tray jack.
- I stair as I count the tables making sure I get the right table number.70,71,72,73...ahhh 74 here you are. I then grab two plates postion myself infront of the table, simle and say.." Tres amigos..for you mam, Chicken Burrito, for you mam. He's the Sothern Chicken for you sir, ahh yes and for you mam the Taco Platter." Then I grab the tray put back the tray-jack and scurry away back to the kitchen for my next run.
Right Side of Pages 1-3.
"Ouestions and Observations"
- I see tables lots of tables high-tops, booths, round tables, and pool tables. There arranged in all sorts of ways , actaully more like lines. Lines of fields like corn fields, lines and lines of crops about 10 rows. Why Keno? All these people spend so much money on such a waste of time game. I get so sick of looking at these lisences plates. I mean who really wants to put something like that on a wall, why not hand toliet seats up there?
-I see so much liquor on that bar, I mean why so much. They actually wanted me to memorize all the booze up there. Why does it matter I'm 18 I'm not going to be drinking it, or even making it. The bartenters are so pushy, they think they have it so hard back there, they remind me or rats runing threw a maze since there stuck back behind the counters.
-Some times there lines of people who come in. We I seat someone who comes in i always ask how many even if i see that there are only two, they always give me such rude looks but I must ask that question in case there are more outside. Then I ask smoking or non but like that really matters since the whole bar eventually fills up with smoke.
- I hate leaving this booth, it's the only place I can hide from work, plus I know that when I leave ill start my horrible shirft. I had the guys that work in the back, there always looking at me like I'm actaually going to give them the time of day, it makes me want to throw up.
-When I'm walking back and forth from the kitchen I look down at my feet and see all the nasty remains of food that has fallen or bad parts of it that have been riped off, plus there's sauces that have made it to the floor and nasty water that leaks from the sinks pipes. Its a fithy place to stand. I have no choice.
-I don't really know much about the "pizza man" except that he's in a band because every now and then he hands me a flyer and says " I know you won't go but here anyways." Which he's right I won't go. not because I think I'm better then him but simply because I dont like that scary kind of music. Ha ha.
- I know that when I worked at the movies "Regal" if any profanity was used there would be hell to pay. I miss being in a corporate job. They had to treat you far there. Here your nothing they can fire you because you have red hair. Its cruel and I have taken so much harsh words. If I were to get lashed every time they got mad at me for something so small I would now have scars and scars on my back from them.
-I'm the worst person to go to when something weird happens I dont know what to say I feel almost as bad as they do. It's like when I had to go to my grandmothers funeral I didn't know what to say and other than that I did't know what to say when people were coming up to me that I didnt't even know and telling me how sorry they were.I guess one day Ill be able to be better at that.
- I think that I must be the only one that can make coffee in this damn place. It's the easiest thing to do but no one can do it, or maybe they act like they can't do it so that I will always make the coffee. When people actaully get around to making it the usually forget to put the de-cafe in the pot labled de-cafe and vis-versa. They think it's so funny to get an old lady asking for de-cafe all hyped up on regular.
- I finally talked to the expo which is actaully a close friend of mine that agrees with me about our job and she too is currently looking for a new job. She has been here about a year longer than I have. She's one of those really nice people that let everyone walk all over them, just like me. I asked her about her badly red skin and she told me that she went tanning at one salon, then after that went to another salon to tan again, stupid I know. I guess she said she wanted to get burned the first day and get it over with then be tan after a while.
-Sometimes when the manager is being nice he'll give me some quartors for our very nice electonic jukebox that allows you to pik from music that can be accessed on the internet, so pretty much anything you'd like. I try to change it up since there is always the same crap that places over and over. I don't like rap so I never play that and a lot of the music I like is undergroud, so I end up letting the other girls play music. I do admit it lets the time go by faster when you have music to listen to. Even though we have T.V.'s everywhere the only time I watch is in the morning when the bartender allows me to watch MTV...she hired me she likes me a lot. She actally hired me because I knew her when I worked at a tanning salon that she came to often.
- After so many runs of taking plates of food to ungrateful, rude people I begin to feel the starin on my body. I start to shake the night is later. I almost start to slack as I walk back from the kitchen because I don't want to kill myself more than I already have that night.
End of Day 1 notes...
1:35p.m.-3:45p.m.
Booth # 31 and Kitchen
Left Side of Pages 1-3.
"Observations"
-I'm sitting in a resturant, in a closed booth surrounded by walls... four walls to be exact.This is a place with shrines of car parts, Berr advertisments and reciently added the game "Keno". The tables are all neatly placed with napkins and silverware.
-There is a large bar that wrapes around in a short of oval shape. The place is swarmed with Flat-screen T.V.'s hence it being called a "Sports Bar".
-Slowly the bar fills up again for another uneventful night, well atleast in my eyes.Today is the day that I will be "running".
- I now remove myself from the booth and postition myself in the kitchen. The kitchen is a fithy place, full of uneducated, over-weight, cooks in an enviorment tha is anything but clean.
- I pace back and forth on one side of the kitchen, waiting....waiting...untill I am needed to run.
-I noticed that a man (mentioning no names for legal reasons) that works only at the pizza station or at least that's what we call it and he only makes things like pizza, calzones and subs has this little set up. Kinda like a converier belt that has every thing he'll need to make things in that sort. Right behind him is a huge over that allows him to accomplish his work faster. He always looks so dirty and down. We will call him the "pizza man".
-The owner walked in and turned directly towards the "pizza man" and told him to go..and these were his words, " I told you that you were suppose to shovel the walk way and what did you do you put salt over it like a dumb ass. Go Fuck youself." Before the "pizza man" was able to defend himself the owner had left.
-At this point everyone in the kitchen felt ackward. I chose to grap a plate and leave. Anything to make things less weird, plus I didnt want the owner to come back and find something to yell at me about.I knew from that point I had to get out,leave this place for good.
-I now lean against the counter where right behind me is a coffee maker and an Ice-Tea machine. I can see from the distance the "pizza man", how embaressed yet pissed he is. Yes I know that he did something else when he was specifically told to do one thing, but come on.
- I see the expo, she is leaning down grapping a knife for a Sonora steak that we serve a lot. I noticed she's red, very red on her back. Must have been tanning a little longer that usual.
- I also can hear a rhytem, like a beat outside the doors from the kitchen. When the door swings open every few seconds I can pick up what song it playing. Usally those damn bar songs you hear from movies like "Coyote Ugly".
- I take a large breath and brace myself and I attempt to lift a very heavy tray. I believe it is four mexican dishes and a salad (our salads are the size of a Hippo)I steady myself and that in one quick motion lift the tray onto my right shoulder. I them kick the door open with my foot weave threw the table as I grind my teeth with pain up 10 stair and place the large tray on a tray jack.
- I stair as I count the tables making sure I get the right table number.70,71,72,73...ahhh 74 here you are. I then grab two plates postion myself infront of the table, simle and say.." Tres amigos..for you mam, Chicken Burrito, for you mam. He's the Sothern Chicken for you sir, ahh yes and for you mam the Taco Platter." Then I grab the tray put back the tray-jack and scurry away back to the kitchen for my next run.
Right Side of Pages 1-3.
"Ouestions and Observations"
- I see tables lots of tables high-tops, booths, round tables, and pool tables. There arranged in all sorts of ways , actaully more like lines. Lines of fields like corn fields, lines and lines of crops about 10 rows. Why Keno? All these people spend so much money on such a waste of time game. I get so sick of looking at these lisences plates. I mean who really wants to put something like that on a wall, why not hand toliet seats up there?
-I see so much liquor on that bar, I mean why so much. They actually wanted me to memorize all the booze up there. Why does it matter I'm 18 I'm not going to be drinking it, or even making it. The bartenters are so pushy, they think they have it so hard back there, they remind me or rats runing threw a maze since there stuck back behind the counters.
-Some times there lines of people who come in. We I seat someone who comes in i always ask how many even if i see that there are only two, they always give me such rude looks but I must ask that question in case there are more outside. Then I ask smoking or non but like that really matters since the whole bar eventually fills up with smoke.
- I hate leaving this booth, it's the only place I can hide from work, plus I know that when I leave ill start my horrible shirft. I had the guys that work in the back, there always looking at me like I'm actaually going to give them the time of day, it makes me want to throw up.
-When I'm walking back and forth from the kitchen I look down at my feet and see all the nasty remains of food that has fallen or bad parts of it that have been riped off, plus there's sauces that have made it to the floor and nasty water that leaks from the sinks pipes. Its a fithy place to stand. I have no choice.
-I don't really know much about the "pizza man" except that he's in a band because every now and then he hands me a flyer and says " I know you won't go but here anyways." Which he's right I won't go. not because I think I'm better then him but simply because I dont like that scary kind of music. Ha ha.
- I know that when I worked at the movies "Regal" if any profanity was used there would be hell to pay. I miss being in a corporate job. They had to treat you far there. Here your nothing they can fire you because you have red hair. Its cruel and I have taken so much harsh words. If I were to get lashed every time they got mad at me for something so small I would now have scars and scars on my back from them.
-I'm the worst person to go to when something weird happens I dont know what to say I feel almost as bad as they do. It's like when I had to go to my grandmothers funeral I didn't know what to say and other than that I did't know what to say when people were coming up to me that I didnt't even know and telling me how sorry they were.I guess one day Ill be able to be better at that.
- I think that I must be the only one that can make coffee in this damn place. It's the easiest thing to do but no one can do it, or maybe they act like they can't do it so that I will always make the coffee. When people actaully get around to making it the usually forget to put the de-cafe in the pot labled de-cafe and vis-versa. They think it's so funny to get an old lady asking for de-cafe all hyped up on regular.
- I finally talked to the expo which is actaully a close friend of mine that agrees with me about our job and she too is currently looking for a new job. She has been here about a year longer than I have. She's one of those really nice people that let everyone walk all over them, just like me. I asked her about her badly red skin and she told me that she went tanning at one salon, then after that went to another salon to tan again, stupid I know. I guess she said she wanted to get burned the first day and get it over with then be tan after a while.
-Sometimes when the manager is being nice he'll give me some quartors for our very nice electonic jukebox that allows you to pik from music that can be accessed on the internet, so pretty much anything you'd like. I try to change it up since there is always the same crap that places over and over. I don't like rap so I never play that and a lot of the music I like is undergroud, so I end up letting the other girls play music. I do admit it lets the time go by faster when you have music to listen to. Even though we have T.V.'s everywhere the only time I watch is in the morning when the bartender allows me to watch MTV...she hired me she likes me a lot. She actally hired me because I knew her when I worked at a tanning salon that she came to often.
- After so many runs of taking plates of food to ungrateful, rude people I begin to feel the starin on my body. I start to shake the night is later. I almost start to slack as I walk back from the kitchen because I don't want to kill myself more than I already have that night.
End of Day 1 notes...
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Annotated Bibliograhy #1
Borich, Gary.Observation skills for effective teaching. Upper Saddle River: Pearson Merrill Prentice Hall, 2008
I choose this because this author had taken the time to teach others how to observe better. Sometimes in life we are always taking and never listening...that is where we fall short and Borich picks us up. He has built the skills and written it down so we can continue to learn without doing all the talking.It gives you reasons why you should take the time to observe others. In many ways this book is focused more on teaching skills but I believe that anyone who is willing to observe and even I am an Aviation student still find myself teaching others the techqnic to fly I could do this better by taking the time to read this book. I really focused on observing over the teaching side of this wriritng.For this purpose I learned more for leaving teaching out even though if i were a teacher it would be helpful.
I wanted to read more about observing because I have little to no experience when it comes to watching others observing and being good at it without invloving myself too much and doing what I need to get all the imformation that I am going after. I do really believe that there is a trait and a skill when it comes to watching others there is a right way and a wrong way. I don't want to come off rude when I am writing down everyone's moves, words, ect. I know that is book once again is formally addressed towards teachers and them becoming better observers over there children so that they may be able to help them better in there educational quest but I must add that I am observing a wide veriatly of pupels I am the conductor and they are my band. I might not be telling them what to do but I have watched my job and been there for so long that I can guess, predict and almost instigated what will happen next. I want to be able to observe and be there but be able to disconnect myself from that place. "Examining engagement in the learning process" is one of the Chapeters in his book but I use it as Examining the workers and almost understand there work process and why there habits are the way they are.Another chapter mentions "Looking for higher thought processes and performance outcomes"I hope I can understand there performance and learn the moral of there very actions because some of the things I see I am speechless I have so much to share in my notes. I would have to say the the audience would most deffianly be teaching mainly because this is a skills in teaching others book but also those who want to be better observers like me I think everyone of my class mates would benefit from reading this book or atleast giving it a chance.
Stanczak, Gregory. Visual research methods : image, society, and representation. Los Angeles: Sage Publications, 2007.
This book truly intregs me. It actually explains how to understand images and to use visual skills t you advantage in a research edviorment. How more perfect is that. This is what I have been looking for so I may better myself. I really do believe that I am not observing a Resturant full of woman and older men that are up to no good I believe that it is much firther than that. I believe that I am observing a culture and Gregory feels the same way. This is a culture that has created itself within one small bulding.I don't think that cultures are only those like the Maori in Newzealand that were once warriors and lead almost everything to violence. I think that just because it wasnt written down in some history book behind those walls there is much history that is just waiting to surface. That's what i want to accomplish, the truth about this place.
Sarah, you mention that the reason we do CRJ's is so that we can improve our field work and be able to remember and write down to understand our community. This author feels the same way infact he explains why you must do this and how to improve it. We observe so that we can become that much closer to understanding. We comunicate to that we can hear and believe that what we are seeing is real and if there is a story behind it we can know the truth because what you see and think acn be totally different what what you see is explained but the one who is doing it. Wow I know thats a mouth full but really is isnt that complex and I enjoy research because I am learning so much and understand more which makes things a lot easier on me when I will write my essay. For this purpose I believe that being able to be visual and be good at it will help be obsorb the community and everything is has to offer. The audience can be very wide and boaud because you can get so much use out of this book. The readers could be an Anthropology major or student, maybe a person like me that is observing others or a person who spends a lot of time watching others. Even people of other cultures that want to understand other cultures and communities.
P.S. Sarah Beth I do really agree that this did help when it comes to research. I understand how this will benefit me and this will make my work cited page a lot easier to do. I have always thought that the work cited page was difficult. Thanks a lot!
I choose this because this author had taken the time to teach others how to observe better. Sometimes in life we are always taking and never listening...that is where we fall short and Borich picks us up. He has built the skills and written it down so we can continue to learn without doing all the talking.It gives you reasons why you should take the time to observe others. In many ways this book is focused more on teaching skills but I believe that anyone who is willing to observe and even I am an Aviation student still find myself teaching others the techqnic to fly I could do this better by taking the time to read this book. I really focused on observing over the teaching side of this wriritng.For this purpose I learned more for leaving teaching out even though if i were a teacher it would be helpful.
I wanted to read more about observing because I have little to no experience when it comes to watching others observing and being good at it without invloving myself too much and doing what I need to get all the imformation that I am going after. I do really believe that there is a trait and a skill when it comes to watching others there is a right way and a wrong way. I don't want to come off rude when I am writing down everyone's moves, words, ect. I know that is book once again is formally addressed towards teachers and them becoming better observers over there children so that they may be able to help them better in there educational quest but I must add that I am observing a wide veriatly of pupels I am the conductor and they are my band. I might not be telling them what to do but I have watched my job and been there for so long that I can guess, predict and almost instigated what will happen next. I want to be able to observe and be there but be able to disconnect myself from that place. "Examining engagement in the learning process" is one of the Chapeters in his book but I use it as Examining the workers and almost understand there work process and why there habits are the way they are.Another chapter mentions "Looking for higher thought processes and performance outcomes"I hope I can understand there performance and learn the moral of there very actions because some of the things I see I am speechless I have so much to share in my notes. I would have to say the the audience would most deffianly be teaching mainly because this is a skills in teaching others book but also those who want to be better observers like me I think everyone of my class mates would benefit from reading this book or atleast giving it a chance.
Stanczak, Gregory. Visual research methods : image, society, and representation. Los Angeles: Sage Publications, 2007.
This book truly intregs me. It actually explains how to understand images and to use visual skills t you advantage in a research edviorment. How more perfect is that. This is what I have been looking for so I may better myself. I really do believe that I am not observing a Resturant full of woman and older men that are up to no good I believe that it is much firther than that. I believe that I am observing a culture and Gregory feels the same way. This is a culture that has created itself within one small bulding.I don't think that cultures are only those like the Maori in Newzealand that were once warriors and lead almost everything to violence. I think that just because it wasnt written down in some history book behind those walls there is much history that is just waiting to surface. That's what i want to accomplish, the truth about this place.
Sarah, you mention that the reason we do CRJ's is so that we can improve our field work and be able to remember and write down to understand our community. This author feels the same way infact he explains why you must do this and how to improve it. We observe so that we can become that much closer to understanding. We comunicate to that we can hear and believe that what we are seeing is real and if there is a story behind it we can know the truth because what you see and think acn be totally different what what you see is explained but the one who is doing it. Wow I know thats a mouth full but really is isnt that complex and I enjoy research because I am learning so much and understand more which makes things a lot easier on me when I will write my essay. For this purpose I believe that being able to be visual and be good at it will help be obsorb the community and everything is has to offer. The audience can be very wide and boaud because you can get so much use out of this book. The readers could be an Anthropology major or student, maybe a person like me that is observing others or a person who spends a lot of time watching others. Even people of other cultures that want to understand other cultures and communities.
P.S. Sarah Beth I do really agree that this did help when it comes to research. I understand how this will benefit me and this will make my work cited page a lot easier to do. I have always thought that the work cited page was difficult. Thanks a lot!
Friday, February 1, 2008
Reading Response " The Bachelor"
Sarah Beth,
Well I picked the bachelor because it was the first one you listed on the paper and I truly didn't care what I had to read....bad move on my part. Personally I believe that this reading was horrible. I know you must hate me right now but I am so sick of woman saying this is a man's world still. I am sick of woman saying that there only judged for there looks and blah, blah, blah. Coming from a woman who is labeled "Barbie" at her bar job and voted class blonde in her Aviation class I can honestly tell you I don't think twice about it. I know I'm smart I hold a G.P.A of 3.7 and have won many awards to back it up. I fly planes and have videos of my solos. I hold 2 part-time jobs and present myself respectably. I don't give two-shits what any man or woman may want to label me. We should all know by now that society considers beauty as tall, thin, tan and blonde with blue eyes, whatever. Society will sadly and maybe always think that way, bitching about it won’t change it, it will only justify that many are right by labeling woman as complainers and whiners. You know what you are and that is all that matters. As for the bachelor it’s a damn show (sorry for all the naughty words) people make shows like this up because America loves to watch reality trash, I do, we all do. If this Douglas lady finds it so offensive then don't watch it and smack your kid if you see she is. Well maybe not smack. Anyways T.V. is T.V. watch the Discovery channel is you want to learn not late night ABC or MTV where all there is, is smut and reality T.V.
Now to you questions, she obviously did her research because she knew the names of the Bachelor contestants and knew what the base of the show was. I even think it was quite cute how she compared it to a 4-H judging of farm animals. She even researched about 19th-century slave pens so that she could add that to her article. She also interviewed her daughter/friends and asked them how they felt about the show. Despite her hate for the show she still took an effort to watch it so that she can have enough evidence that the bachelor was indeed sexist, or as she thought so. She seems to be a real feminist which isn’t a bad thing, whatever her prerogative is she should stick to it. I believe she stands real firm on her opinion and with will power like that she can go far. She was more of an insider I would have to say because she followed the show, went on the chat lines and talked to those who followed the show as well. It would have been so much more effective to me if she would have stopped complaining about woman not being treated equal and just right out said that the show was un-educational and smut, because really it's just a show and those people are all of free will and wanting to do it. That should have been the end of it. It cracks me up that she hated the show so much, but still took the time to dedicate, research and write a article on it. Sounds like she should be spending less time one that and more time on her daughter because heaven forbid she would grow up to be like those horrible woman on T.V. that are thin, beautiful and goal orientated, because even though being on the show isn’t that big of an accomplishment at least they got off there ass and did something. Wow this lady is getting to me, but I respect her opinion we all have them. The key targets were woman, and woman who hate or love the bachelor. In her research of this community she wants to almost correct or "help" them rather than just shut up and observe. Not the less she did very well with the research and knowing what it was about. I give her an A for effort. Ha, Ha!
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
By the way my spell check isn’t working :( sorry
Well I picked the bachelor because it was the first one you listed on the paper and I truly didn't care what I had to read....bad move on my part. Personally I believe that this reading was horrible. I know you must hate me right now but I am so sick of woman saying this is a man's world still. I am sick of woman saying that there only judged for there looks and blah, blah, blah. Coming from a woman who is labeled "Barbie" at her bar job and voted class blonde in her Aviation class I can honestly tell you I don't think twice about it. I know I'm smart I hold a G.P.A of 3.7 and have won many awards to back it up. I fly planes and have videos of my solos. I hold 2 part-time jobs and present myself respectably. I don't give two-shits what any man or woman may want to label me. We should all know by now that society considers beauty as tall, thin, tan and blonde with blue eyes, whatever. Society will sadly and maybe always think that way, bitching about it won’t change it, it will only justify that many are right by labeling woman as complainers and whiners. You know what you are and that is all that matters. As for the bachelor it’s a damn show (sorry for all the naughty words) people make shows like this up because America loves to watch reality trash, I do, we all do. If this Douglas lady finds it so offensive then don't watch it and smack your kid if you see she is. Well maybe not smack. Anyways T.V. is T.V. watch the Discovery channel is you want to learn not late night ABC or MTV where all there is, is smut and reality T.V.
Now to you questions, she obviously did her research because she knew the names of the Bachelor contestants and knew what the base of the show was. I even think it was quite cute how she compared it to a 4-H judging of farm animals. She even researched about 19th-century slave pens so that she could add that to her article. She also interviewed her daughter/friends and asked them how they felt about the show. Despite her hate for the show she still took an effort to watch it so that she can have enough evidence that the bachelor was indeed sexist, or as she thought so. She seems to be a real feminist which isn’t a bad thing, whatever her prerogative is she should stick to it. I believe she stands real firm on her opinion and with will power like that she can go far. She was more of an insider I would have to say because she followed the show, went on the chat lines and talked to those who followed the show as well. It would have been so much more effective to me if she would have stopped complaining about woman not being treated equal and just right out said that the show was un-educational and smut, because really it's just a show and those people are all of free will and wanting to do it. That should have been the end of it. It cracks me up that she hated the show so much, but still took the time to dedicate, research and write a article on it. Sounds like she should be spending less time one that and more time on her daughter because heaven forbid she would grow up to be like those horrible woman on T.V. that are thin, beautiful and goal orientated, because even though being on the show isn’t that big of an accomplishment at least they got off there ass and did something. Wow this lady is getting to me, but I respect her opinion we all have them. The key targets were woman, and woman who hate or love the bachelor. In her research of this community she wants to almost correct or "help" them rather than just shut up and observe. Not the less she did very well with the research and knowing what it was about. I give her an A for effort. Ha, Ha!
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
By the way my spell check isn’t working :( sorry
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Research Tutorial
Sarah Beth,
Here are the questions you assigned me to answer about the Tutorial on the emich website I hope I did everything right and to your satisfaction.If not let me know and I will be more than happy to correct my work. See you soon on Monday at 5:00.Thanks again for being so understanding and not making me go all the way to school on Thursday when I don't have any classes, I apprciate it.
A.
The First Citation I used on the Halle Library Database Reasearch thingy was the "key word" section since there wasnt a lot of selections for my topic with the resturant I typed in "Waitressing" and found some articles,and books, as well as biographies that might be helpful to me.Oh and it won't let me underline on here so that's why there not, it wont even let me copy and paste it on. Here they are...
Dunn,Donna.Workplace/women’s place: an anthology. California: Roxbury Pub, 1997.
Waiting tables. Dir. Linda Chapman.Perf.Gloria Steinem. Meridian Films, 1986.
B.
Well, I typed in the database "observing" so that I might be able to find journals, or articles about how people observe and how I might go about observing my chosen community. I just want to make sure I know what I'm doing before I start. I found one on Observation skills for effective teaching / Gary D. Borich with contributions by Debra Bayles Martin. It explains certain ways going about this art.To get the full advantage I'm going to have to borrow the book from the Library, but atleast I have a partial look and idea of what the book is about before I have to run down to the Library. I don't think that I need a lot of research about waitressing and resturants because Its not that complex of a place but I do want to do some research on observing and researching a community itself. How I can learned and watch others without day dreaming and getting bored, like how you taught us to take field notes. It will keep us alert and observe more.
C.
I think I might try those magazines you see in the check-out isle when your in line at Meijer. They are those smut mags like Enquire or OK that have lies and paparzii pictures. I will do this because I feel the best observeers are paprazii themselves. They dedicate all of there energy and time to watching and getting to know the celebrity community, just like I need to get to know the resturant community. I don;t really think that those magazines are scholoarly at all. I hope I'm doing thise project right and that the main idea for this is observation and getting to know the chosen community that one has picked. I guess I'll see how things go as my research begins.
D.
I guess I will continue to try to locate on the database things that will help me with my rearch like observation tecniques and ways to interview people on certain topics. I also will try to look at maybe things on waitressing and how that is wrote about, verses the ways I do it and have seen others do it.
I do have many questions for you about this project. I have read over everything like the CRJ's and Annotated Bibliographies, but still am struggling with the steps how to do it. I'm sure on Monday I will have a whole list of questions for you to answer so be ready.
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
Here are the questions you assigned me to answer about the Tutorial on the emich website I hope I did everything right and to your satisfaction.If not let me know and I will be more than happy to correct my work. See you soon on Monday at 5:00.Thanks again for being so understanding and not making me go all the way to school on Thursday when I don't have any classes, I apprciate it.
A.
The First Citation I used on the Halle Library Database Reasearch thingy was the "key word" section since there wasnt a lot of selections for my topic with the resturant I typed in "Waitressing" and found some articles,and books, as well as biographies that might be helpful to me.Oh and it won't let me underline on here so that's why there not, it wont even let me copy and paste it on. Here they are...
Dunn,Donna.Workplace/women’s place: an anthology. California: Roxbury Pub, 1997.
Waiting tables. Dir. Linda Chapman.Perf.Gloria Steinem. Meridian Films, 1986.
B.
Well, I typed in the database "observing" so that I might be able to find journals, or articles about how people observe and how I might go about observing my chosen community. I just want to make sure I know what I'm doing before I start. I found one on Observation skills for effective teaching / Gary D. Borich with contributions by Debra Bayles Martin. It explains certain ways going about this art.To get the full advantage I'm going to have to borrow the book from the Library, but atleast I have a partial look and idea of what the book is about before I have to run down to the Library. I don't think that I need a lot of research about waitressing and resturants because Its not that complex of a place but I do want to do some research on observing and researching a community itself. How I can learned and watch others without day dreaming and getting bored, like how you taught us to take field notes. It will keep us alert and observe more.
C.
I think I might try those magazines you see in the check-out isle when your in line at Meijer. They are those smut mags like Enquire or OK that have lies and paparzii pictures. I will do this because I feel the best observeers are paprazii themselves. They dedicate all of there energy and time to watching and getting to know the celebrity community, just like I need to get to know the resturant community. I don;t really think that those magazines are scholoarly at all. I hope I'm doing thise project right and that the main idea for this is observation and getting to know the chosen community that one has picked. I guess I'll see how things go as my research begins.
D.
I guess I will continue to try to locate on the database things that will help me with my rearch like observation tecniques and ways to interview people on certain topics. I also will try to look at maybe things on waitressing and how that is wrote about, verses the ways I do it and have seen others do it.
I do have many questions for you about this project. I have read over everything like the CRJ's and Annotated Bibliographies, but still am struggling with the steps how to do it. I'm sure on Monday I will have a whole list of questions for you to answer so be ready.
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
"Community Proposal"
Sarah Beth,
This community is about 95% females. I can just taste the perfume covered in a layer of cigarette smoke when I step thought the double-glass doors that seem to always be covered in finger prints no matter how many times I clean them. I want to observe it further than I already to and share what I have learned about this twister business called "Pete's" I find it so fake how all the woman there make such a great effort to present themselves as well rounded polite ladies when in all reality there back-stabbing low life's which only purpose is too make enough that night to pay the rent like some cheap hooker on the streets. I know I should cure in this writing but if you were the only one there that actually had a future and was surrounded by vicious woman who loath the very fact that you getting out and that place is only a stepping stool to something better and more meaningful. This is there career, there life, for me it's a part time job that helps pay for a small fraction of college. I will soon no longer have to surround myself with this place for I have just received word that I was hired for another job. I will not only give you reporting from the center booth in the middle of the bar but also tell you of my time on the clock and stories of what I went through so that you may understand why I hate this place so much.
Here are just three of my many questions about this world of drama and food:
1. Why is it that woman are so harsh for no reason at all?
2. Is there really a method to being fake?
3. Why does Pete's participate in so much shady things?
I will answer all of these questions and so much more once I begin investigating more. The weird part of all of this is that I have been observing this place for so long not just for this assignment but just because I'm so curious of why this place has so many secrets. I will be telling the lives of many of Pete's workers and why there so interesting to me I will not name names or tell where the location is of this restaurant if you would feel more comfortable I can also referee to Pete's as something else. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
Amanda Elizabeth
This community is about 95% females. I can just taste the perfume covered in a layer of cigarette smoke when I step thought the double-glass doors that seem to always be covered in finger prints no matter how many times I clean them. I want to observe it further than I already to and share what I have learned about this twister business called "Pete's" I find it so fake how all the woman there make such a great effort to present themselves as well rounded polite ladies when in all reality there back-stabbing low life's which only purpose is too make enough that night to pay the rent like some cheap hooker on the streets. I know I should cure in this writing but if you were the only one there that actually had a future and was surrounded by vicious woman who loath the very fact that you getting out and that place is only a stepping stool to something better and more meaningful. This is there career, there life, for me it's a part time job that helps pay for a small fraction of college. I will soon no longer have to surround myself with this place for I have just received word that I was hired for another job. I will not only give you reporting from the center booth in the middle of the bar but also tell you of my time on the clock and stories of what I went through so that you may understand why I hate this place so much.
Here are just three of my many questions about this world of drama and food:
1. Why is it that woman are so harsh for no reason at all?
2. Is there really a method to being fake?
3. Why does Pete's participate in so much shady things?
I will answer all of these questions and so much more once I begin investigating more. The weird part of all of this is that I have been observing this place for so long not just for this assignment but just because I'm so curious of why this place has so many secrets. I will be telling the lives of many of Pete's workers and why there so interesting to me I will not name names or tell where the location is of this restaurant if you would feel more comfortable I can also referee to Pete's as something else. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.
Amanda Elizabeth
Thursday, January 24, 2008
"Workshop"
Reading Critically Jan 23, 2008
11:00 a.m.
I decided to attend this particualr Workshop because it was most conviient in my schedule (sorry Beth but I'm not gonna beat around the bush.) I did learn some things thought I'm not gonna lie. I learned that when you read if you ask questions to yourself about what the author is trying to say and write then maybe it will help you understand the material more. I also learned that writing in the margrins of the book can help you get more ineractive with what you are reading. I refuse to deface my book...it has a standing chance to make me a buck and by golly I will work that book like a prastutute on Hollywook Blvd.
Anyways, I even had to paticipate in a project were I had to read a page then discuss it and figure out what they were talking about.Turns out I was so wrong but they showed my ways to see deeper into the writing. They told me that if I came across a word I didnt understand that I shouldnt skip over it but to take out a dictionary and look the word up. I found them very helpful. They let me know that if I didnt understand something or was unsure about a reading in class that I shouldnt be afriad to ask, that also gave me confidence in mysself to ask others for help.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
11:00 a.m.
I decided to attend this particualr Workshop because it was most conviient in my schedule (sorry Beth but I'm not gonna beat around the bush.) I did learn some things thought I'm not gonna lie. I learned that when you read if you ask questions to yourself about what the author is trying to say and write then maybe it will help you understand the material more. I also learned that writing in the margrins of the book can help you get more ineractive with what you are reading. I refuse to deface my book...it has a standing chance to make me a buck and by golly I will work that book like a prastutute on Hollywook Blvd.
Anyways, I even had to paticipate in a project were I had to read a page then discuss it and figure out what they were talking about.Turns out I was so wrong but they showed my ways to see deeper into the writing. They told me that if I came across a word I didnt understand that I shouldnt skip over it but to take out a dictionary and look the word up. I found them very helpful. They let me know that if I didnt understand something or was unsure about a reading in class that I shouldnt be afriad to ask, that also gave me confidence in mysself to ask others for help.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
Monday, January 14, 2008
Community
Sarah Beth,
I am now finding out that Community is so much more than I thought. I really don't think that community is African- Americans or Asians. I felt like if there was a bond between a group of people no matter what color, they would form there own community. When I read "How it Feels to be Colored Me." I knew that someone out there saw it the way I did. You only feel different when you are told or put into a position where you are outlawed, uncomfortable, or showed that you different. I sat in a class of some 30 being the only white person and felt right at home. When the teacher spoke of the African culture she used words like "we" and "us" not everyone except Amanda. When we took a feild trip to the African museum in Detroit I felt like I was learning about my history for the first time, not the history of another culture. Yes in school we are told that there are different cultures but i can help but find myself doing the same things that a lot of other cultures do. This was the first time I really learned about Africans, and I enjoyed it so much, I got an A in the class.
The only negative aspect about being in the class what that not all were as accepting as a lot were. Some thought it was humurious and wrong I was in the class. they reminded me that the steriotype of our generation was tall, thin and blonde with blue eyes. I could feel them describing me, what hurt the most is that they dragged on how wrong the steriotype was and how I reminded them on anerxia and a meir image of a Barbi. Is that what I was, a doll which is meaningless and something to be juged and talked about because I only trued out this was. They even mentioned once that and if I am correct they said " I think that white people dress black and listen to rap because there trying to make up for how they treated us long ago. I think the reason why white people tan is so that they can look more black, like us." Those words dug into me like a knife. If I am not mistaken but the singer Beyonce has blonde hair and delibirtily wears gold toned make-up to appear lighter. Are we not all trying to change in someway weither it is good or bad. I try not to let things like that bother me. I know I am just like everyone else. I breath air, I sleep, eat and shit. I survive because that is my nature, that is our nature.
My community is College,I am a waitress within a group of waitresses. I am a aviator within a group of flyers. I am an EMU student. I am a group of people who love hardcore. I am one of a family of 4 that is my community. I am a lover of cats and dogs. I am devine of yougurt. I am a group of people with hazel eyes. I am one of your students in English 121. I am in a community called Earth. To list everything could take days. I can not wait to share with you my ideas on life. From what you have picked out for use to read and write about I already know you have an amazing mind. You see things in ways that I see them.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth
I am now finding out that Community is so much more than I thought. I really don't think that community is African- Americans or Asians. I felt like if there was a bond between a group of people no matter what color, they would form there own community. When I read "How it Feels to be Colored Me." I knew that someone out there saw it the way I did. You only feel different when you are told or put into a position where you are outlawed, uncomfortable, or showed that you different. I sat in a class of some 30 being the only white person and felt right at home. When the teacher spoke of the African culture she used words like "we" and "us" not everyone except Amanda. When we took a feild trip to the African museum in Detroit I felt like I was learning about my history for the first time, not the history of another culture. Yes in school we are told that there are different cultures but i can help but find myself doing the same things that a lot of other cultures do. This was the first time I really learned about Africans, and I enjoyed it so much, I got an A in the class.
The only negative aspect about being in the class what that not all were as accepting as a lot were. Some thought it was humurious and wrong I was in the class. they reminded me that the steriotype of our generation was tall, thin and blonde with blue eyes. I could feel them describing me, what hurt the most is that they dragged on how wrong the steriotype was and how I reminded them on anerxia and a meir image of a Barbi. Is that what I was, a doll which is meaningless and something to be juged and talked about because I only trued out this was. They even mentioned once that and if I am correct they said " I think that white people dress black and listen to rap because there trying to make up for how they treated us long ago. I think the reason why white people tan is so that they can look more black, like us." Those words dug into me like a knife. If I am not mistaken but the singer Beyonce has blonde hair and delibirtily wears gold toned make-up to appear lighter. Are we not all trying to change in someway weither it is good or bad. I try not to let things like that bother me. I know I am just like everyone else. I breath air, I sleep, eat and shit. I survive because that is my nature, that is our nature.
My community is College,I am a waitress within a group of waitresses. I am a aviator within a group of flyers. I am an EMU student. I am a group of people who love hardcore. I am one of a family of 4 that is my community. I am a lover of cats and dogs. I am devine of yougurt. I am a group of people with hazel eyes. I am one of your students in English 121. I am in a community called Earth. To list everything could take days. I can not wait to share with you my ideas on life. From what you have picked out for use to read and write about I already know you have an amazing mind. You see things in ways that I see them.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth
"How it Feels to be Colored"
Sarah beth,
I feel in so many ways that Zora and I are the same. Last sememster I found myself walking into what I thought was going to be a rather Diverse class since it was a credit towards that, but I was mistaken. I was the only white person in there other than a girl who I later found out was mixed, not saying that I didnt already know. I took the class so I could understand different cultures more,African American was one of them. My class was African-American Lit.
They didnt treat me any different I knew they were wondering why I was in there, but none the less, I was equal.I was equal untill we were forced to watch a movie called " Ethnic Notions" I dont recommend watching it. It pin-pointed how cruel whites were when slavery was slowly becoming outlawed and how whites would learn that it was wrong and they would have to treat everyone equal and do there own work. It showed vivid images of Africans being hung and horrible songs and advertisements against them. I could hear the faint whispers of my class mates hating whites and threatning to do the same to them.I was scared, but I am not the past. I would never repeat that cruel time.Just as Zora was finding out she was different even though she didnt realize it untill someone pointed out she was. I noticed as I would walk across campus with them how people pointed me out like a rat in a cage full of mice. I dont feel any different. I am not and I refuse to be treated like I am. I refuse to believe the Doll test done by the "Clarks" I know that I am the same, thats all that matters. I don't think you should have to stay in your hometown to feel equal I want to be able to go anywhere and know I am only different from my reflection, nothing else. Take a minute Sarah, look at a class full of caucasions, none of us are the same color. I tan, you really think that a girl of my height, weight and age that never tans looks like me. We are the color, weight, and height to which are enviorment allows us. Africans in Africa are taller and darker so that they can reflect the sun off of them and keep colored, besides the fact that they are closer to the equator. Eskimos are short and quit jubby with higher cheek bones so that they may keep warmer and also reflect the sun. We are only adapting so that we may survive. We dont see it because we are so obsorbed with the society that T.V. has told us to be. We think being tall, thin, and rich makes us beautiful only because we are watching and sucking in every last bit of whats popular and now. I know, even I do it. I only know whats beautiful for what I see. I feel if I didnt have long hair, stayed thin and tanned I would lack beauty. I have forgotten and lost sight, that My beauty only truly lies within. I am merely a creation on what society thinks beauty is. I have stayed true to the fact agaisnt plastic surgery and tactoos and pericings. I wish to stay pure for as long as my body will allow it. Nothing sharp or ink filled will ever touch my body. I would like to think in some way I still stray pure.
Now, I know this is far from Zora and her story but in a lot of ways I am telling a story that I feel is just like hers. I am an outlaw to a society, a class that I was placed in by a Acedemic adviser which indeed was African American, that picked it for me, and I just another notch on a chart of staticts that will one day be issued as making EMU that more diverse. I only wish to learn, not be conned into something.Maybe I am just another bag placed on a wall with other bags of brown, yellow, red, and white.PLEASE let me know if I should write more to recieve credit, I know its not much about the article but I understood it,obsorbed it, and gained great writting from it. I know out of anyone you would understand. The reading was like a drug which fueled me to write. I thank you for that. I have not wrote this passionate about something in a long time.
Again Truly,
Amanda Elizabeth
I feel in so many ways that Zora and I are the same. Last sememster I found myself walking into what I thought was going to be a rather Diverse class since it was a credit towards that, but I was mistaken. I was the only white person in there other than a girl who I later found out was mixed, not saying that I didnt already know. I took the class so I could understand different cultures more,African American was one of them. My class was African-American Lit.
They didnt treat me any different I knew they were wondering why I was in there, but none the less, I was equal.I was equal untill we were forced to watch a movie called " Ethnic Notions" I dont recommend watching it. It pin-pointed how cruel whites were when slavery was slowly becoming outlawed and how whites would learn that it was wrong and they would have to treat everyone equal and do there own work. It showed vivid images of Africans being hung and horrible songs and advertisements against them. I could hear the faint whispers of my class mates hating whites and threatning to do the same to them.I was scared, but I am not the past. I would never repeat that cruel time.Just as Zora was finding out she was different even though she didnt realize it untill someone pointed out she was. I noticed as I would walk across campus with them how people pointed me out like a rat in a cage full of mice. I dont feel any different. I am not and I refuse to be treated like I am. I refuse to believe the Doll test done by the "Clarks" I know that I am the same, thats all that matters. I don't think you should have to stay in your hometown to feel equal I want to be able to go anywhere and know I am only different from my reflection, nothing else. Take a minute Sarah, look at a class full of caucasions, none of us are the same color. I tan, you really think that a girl of my height, weight and age that never tans looks like me. We are the color, weight, and height to which are enviorment allows us. Africans in Africa are taller and darker so that they can reflect the sun off of them and keep colored, besides the fact that they are closer to the equator. Eskimos are short and quit jubby with higher cheek bones so that they may keep warmer and also reflect the sun. We are only adapting so that we may survive. We dont see it because we are so obsorbed with the society that T.V. has told us to be. We think being tall, thin, and rich makes us beautiful only because we are watching and sucking in every last bit of whats popular and now. I know, even I do it. I only know whats beautiful for what I see. I feel if I didnt have long hair, stayed thin and tanned I would lack beauty. I have forgotten and lost sight, that My beauty only truly lies within. I am merely a creation on what society thinks beauty is. I have stayed true to the fact agaisnt plastic surgery and tactoos and pericings. I wish to stay pure for as long as my body will allow it. Nothing sharp or ink filled will ever touch my body. I would like to think in some way I still stray pure.
Now, I know this is far from Zora and her story but in a lot of ways I am telling a story that I feel is just like hers. I am an outlaw to a society, a class that I was placed in by a Acedemic adviser which indeed was African American, that picked it for me, and I just another notch on a chart of staticts that will one day be issued as making EMU that more diverse. I only wish to learn, not be conned into something.Maybe I am just another bag placed on a wall with other bags of brown, yellow, red, and white.PLEASE let me know if I should write more to recieve credit, I know its not much about the article but I understood it,obsorbed it, and gained great writting from it. I know out of anyone you would understand. The reading was like a drug which fueled me to write. I thank you for that. I have not wrote this passionate about something in a long time.
Again Truly,
Amanda Elizabeth
What I'm passionate about
A picture. Something so still and beautiful that no words are nessisary,just the beauty behind it. I wish to know more about photography. I want to know what makes it so special, yet so difficult that only a few can actaully capture the beauty in the breakdown. Maybe I am interested in it because I am unable to do it. I know that some of the things in life that you want are simply the things in life that you could never have. I want this, I try very hard but I still cannot be that which I try. I see these photographer that make everything so much more simpler and I adore them, I adore the very fact that they seem things so differenly than others do. They live through the lens of a camera, were I live life through a window in a C-172. I must observe the beauty and try to visualize what they see. I feel that this might mean that I must take pictures but that just makes this even more delisous. All in all this may be too difficult and I might venture into another feild which I may be able to watch others more closley, since photographers are alone and hidden themselves. I only with to share thiss with you.
Truly,
Amanda Elizabeth
Truly,
Amanda Elizabeth
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Dumpster Diving
I truly found this writing to be in lighting and shocking. I know that some many have it hard, but if the day every comes when I may find myself reaching my hand down into a waste filled dumpster just so I may survive another day, I would come to terms with myself and "bite the bullet." We do what we must to survive as this woman has along with her somewhat young daughter who still sounds naive to the fact of being homeless.."homeless" I bet she doesn't even know the meaning yet. Just like I am ignorant to the word other than what I have seen in movies and read in books.
I believe the community is the homeless. She breaks down what they must Indore just to make a dollar and fill a belly. She has actually able to make a almost accurate observation and diagnose what condition the food is in and if it is fit to eat. I find it quit amazing how she plays detective to feed her child and stay alive. You can tell that she has made an effort to visit the local library more than once for information. She has a rather vast vocabulary and has some knowledge of pharmaceuticals which gives her the upper hand when telling her story and finding usable medication. I could be wrong though, she could have very well already been educated before she wrote this.
A little off the subject I remember once a year my mother (who works at FORD) must participate in some kind of a community service. She rather enjoys working on Habitat for Humanity, but also gave some of her time to a soup kitchen. This kitchen would consist of food that people have donated that no longer wish to have. My mother mentioned that there was a cook in the back that always managed to make reasonable good meals for there daily guest. I remember my mother used the words (nutritious and adequate) not something you would choose to make yourself but enough to eat. To eat and survive. I admire that she does this, even though it is required in her job duties she still takes great pride. It's funny how she is required to do some many hours of community serve just for working at FORD, just as a convict in jail is being punished in the form of community serve, the same serve that my mother takes pride in doing and in no way finds undesirable.
Back to Dumpster Diving, she is definitely an insider when it comes to my opinion's , if i had to dive to survive I would not want to know why a brand new baby blanket was thrown away without a touch of a newborn on it. She seems very objective in her research. She knows that when you puncture a can to make she that there some kind of vacuum and if there is mold on cheese to just pare it away and enjoy your feast. Her research and dedication is admiring. When I read this paper it made me want to research and discover everything that a subject in life has to offer. She seemed straight forward and mellow when she described her everyday life she wanted to state certain facts and did so in a appropriate manner when really there is nothing classy about her life. She did very well in explaining it the same way you would explain grocery shopping at Meijer. I think its really effective and makes people see that observation and research can be done anywhere, just by opening your mind you unlock a door to so many more opportunities. I rather wish to read more papers like these than on "How to Myspace." Thank You for sharing this with me Sarah Beth.
I believe the community is the homeless. She breaks down what they must Indore just to make a dollar and fill a belly. She has actually able to make a almost accurate observation and diagnose what condition the food is in and if it is fit to eat. I find it quit amazing how she plays detective to feed her child and stay alive. You can tell that she has made an effort to visit the local library more than once for information. She has a rather vast vocabulary and has some knowledge of pharmaceuticals which gives her the upper hand when telling her story and finding usable medication. I could be wrong though, she could have very well already been educated before she wrote this.
A little off the subject I remember once a year my mother (who works at FORD) must participate in some kind of a community service. She rather enjoys working on Habitat for Humanity, but also gave some of her time to a soup kitchen. This kitchen would consist of food that people have donated that no longer wish to have. My mother mentioned that there was a cook in the back that always managed to make reasonable good meals for there daily guest. I remember my mother used the words (nutritious and adequate) not something you would choose to make yourself but enough to eat. To eat and survive. I admire that she does this, even though it is required in her job duties she still takes great pride. It's funny how she is required to do some many hours of community serve just for working at FORD, just as a convict in jail is being punished in the form of community serve, the same serve that my mother takes pride in doing and in no way finds undesirable.
Back to Dumpster Diving, she is definitely an insider when it comes to my opinion's , if i had to dive to survive I would not want to know why a brand new baby blanket was thrown away without a touch of a newborn on it. She seems very objective in her research. She knows that when you puncture a can to make she that there some kind of vacuum and if there is mold on cheese to just pare it away and enjoy your feast. Her research and dedication is admiring. When I read this paper it made me want to research and discover everything that a subject in life has to offer. She seemed straight forward and mellow when she described her everyday life she wanted to state certain facts and did so in a appropriate manner when really there is nothing classy about her life. She did very well in explaining it the same way you would explain grocery shopping at Meijer. I think its really effective and makes people see that observation and research can be done anywhere, just by opening your mind you unlock a door to so many more opportunities. I rather wish to read more papers like these than on "How to Myspace." Thank You for sharing this with me Sarah Beth.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
"Letter Back to You"
Sarah Beth,
I think it is quit interesting that you chose a Blog as the main hole which all of our writings will meet. I have never had the chance to make one but I know someone who has. My mother was going to Antarctica and was unable to use a telephone,being that she was miles away from civilization. She did have access to a computer and thought it would be interesting to take pictures and write about her journey. This was about mid November.
I decided that I needed this class as a Gen. and figured I might as well do it now than later. I have already taken Eng 120 and did very well, I should have dropped it and moved to Eng 120, but I enjoyed the teachings of my teacher. I hope only to gain strength in my writing so that I may present myself with more class in the field of writing. I feel that I have much to say and I am able to seem elegant in person but on paper I fall short. My grammar is my downfall. I once was published in a Young Authors book for poetry. I used to write beautiful poetry, I now find that there isn't enough hours in the day for me to write like I used to. Sadly now I write for the grade, not the passion.
I am really looking forward to this class and get the chance to show you a passion I once had. It seems that the older I get in school the less anyone wants to hear or assign poetry. I also hope I did not offend you when I called you Sarah Beth, I feel that our middle names are given, but never used. I like to use both every now and than, so there not forgotten. I'll be seeing you Wednesday.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
I think it is quit interesting that you chose a Blog as the main hole which all of our writings will meet. I have never had the chance to make one but I know someone who has. My mother was going to Antarctica and was unable to use a telephone,being that she was miles away from civilization. She did have access to a computer and thought it would be interesting to take pictures and write about her journey. This was about mid November.
I decided that I needed this class as a Gen. and figured I might as well do it now than later. I have already taken Eng 120 and did very well, I should have dropped it and moved to Eng 120, but I enjoyed the teachings of my teacher. I hope only to gain strength in my writing so that I may present myself with more class in the field of writing. I feel that I have much to say and I am able to seem elegant in person but on paper I fall short. My grammar is my downfall. I once was published in a Young Authors book for poetry. I used to write beautiful poetry, I now find that there isn't enough hours in the day for me to write like I used to. Sadly now I write for the grade, not the passion.
I am really looking forward to this class and get the chance to show you a passion I once had. It seems that the older I get in school the less anyone wants to hear or assign poetry. I also hope I did not offend you when I called you Sarah Beth, I feel that our middle names are given, but never used. I like to use both every now and than, so there not forgotten. I'll be seeing you Wednesday.
Sincerely,
Amanda Elizabeth McCann
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