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My brother and I are complete opposites. Besides Sharing our brown hair, brown eyes, and our last name we have nothing in common. Although I love my brother very deeply I cannot think of a single time in my life we have agreed on something. My brother is four years older than me, and I am the baby of the family. From the time we were able to communicate with one another it has been a constant argument. I have a very different outlook on life than my brother does. I have goals in life that I work hard to reach everyday. My brother finds odd jobs to pay his bills, and lives his life one day at a time. I was considered the good child, he was the not so good child who made bad choices. He is very loud and in your face, and I am more soft spoken and kind.

Intro- Contrast

My brother and I are four years apart in age. He's older, I'm the baby of the family. For as long as I can remember there have only been few very rare occasions when we have gotten along with one another. Even though I love my brother very much we constantly but heads. Besides sharing the same brown hair and brown eyes there isn't much more we have in common. My brother and I have very different outlooks on life. I know what I want to do with my life. My brother just finds enough odd jobs to barely scrape by. I was the good child, he was the bad child. He is very loud and in your face, while I'm soft spoken and kind.

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I choose to research depression as my topic, because my mother has suffered with the disease for several years. The word depression had always been in the back of my mind, but recently I've realized how little I actually know about it. I was right by my mother's side all of those years, but it was something that we just didn't talk about as a family. It was no secret in my household that something wasn't right. We knew my mother wasn't happy and my father was very involved, but my brother and I seemed to try to block it out. We went on with our lives trying to keep everything as normal as we possibly could. I think it was just easier not knowing so I didn't ask the questions. Now that I'm older I have lots of questions I would like to get answers to.

• What causes depression?
• Is there cure? Does it get better?
• Is it hereditary?
• Could it be prevented? How?
• What is the difference in all the meds
• What is an ECT treatment?
• Is ECT really healthy for a person in the long run?

Meta-graph classification

As I'm sitting here writing this essay I'm laughing at myself. It's pathetic how much I love my job. After  one day off I'm almost excited to go back. It's not that I'm unhappy at home, and it's not that I don't have plenty of other things I could or should be doing. I just love being around all those people. There's always excitement around the store. My bosses and co-workers have become part of my family. Shaun and Kate, my bosses take care of me as if I was their own. Pushing me to make it though school, buying me new tires for my car, and even make sure I staying healthy and making it to all my doctors appointments. We even go out together on the weekends. I guess it's a good thing that I love my job, but sad because I know no other job can ever replace it. If it weren't for the money situation I would be a lifer at lloyds!

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Almost as far back as I can remember my mom has had depression. I can remember that when I was six or seven things started going downhill with our family. My mom was going to the doctors a lot. It started off once a week and soon it became two or three times a week. The doctor visits never seemed to help my mother though. A couple years later my brother and I were moving back and forth from our house to our grandparents house,while my mother was in and out of the hospital. It was hell! I was young and didn't understand what was going on. I just wanted to be home. I wanted things to be normal again. Another year or so went by and my mother tried to commit suicide. Thankfully she did not succeed. She had made a phone call to one of her friends second guessing herself. The friend rushed her to the hospital and saved my mother's life. Throughout my childhood life with my mom was a rollar coaster. She would was getting better all the time just to fall back into her world of sadness. We always did things as a family. We went camping several times a year, we took day trips on the four wheelers, snow sled rides, family get togethers, and so on. We always had a good time, but something was still missing.

People are generally polite in our little country store. Most everyone knows everyone else in our small town. If they don't they know your dad or your cousin or your uncle. There's always a connection somewhere. I love the closeness of the little store. It's always something new, and I get learn a lot about different people. Many people pass through the store on a daily basis. I really get to know my costumers on a personal level. Occasionally though I have the rude customers that make me want to jump over the counter and punch them out. I always put a fake smile on my face until someone comes along to put a real smile on my face. I can categorize my customers into three groups. There are the polite customers, the rude customers, and the regulars.

     The first type of customers are the polite ones. These people are nice to have around. These are the people who always enter the store with a smile. They have manners. They say please and thank you, and make small talk for a more comfortable atmosphere. The polite customers understand that things don't always run as smoothly as they should. I sometimes get over whelmed with orders, and they are more than willing to wait a few extra minutes for their service. Some people just don't understand how much easier they make my life by just being polite. I really didn't understand just how important it is to be kind and polite in public until I worked here. I would never dream of being rude to someone for something that they can't control.

     The second type, and my least favorite is the rude customer. These are the customers that you can never satisfy. They walk in like they own the place. Wont even crack a smile, and tell me my cookies are burnt. One example I consider to be a rude customer was just the other day. A man bought a soda with a ten dollar bill. I gave him his change and he went on his way. The very next day my boss gets a call from this guy telling him that he gave me a fifty and I short changed him. It was later determined that I didn't actually make the mistake, but because the guy didn't get his free money he preceded to tell my boss that I was doing drugs at the counter and he knows this because he was an old hippie himself. All the time people are trying to get free things I have heard it all. Glass in the pizza, pizza with no sauce, spongy haddock, half filled propane tanks. These are the people who are unhappy and insist on bringing others down with them. It really sucks to have a rude customer. I just don't understand why people cant be happy and understanding like me!

     Last but not least is the regular customers. I start pushing buttons on the cash register before they even get up to the counter. I already know just about everything they're going to pick up. There's the 3pm beer guys all purchasing either bud or bud light 12oz cans. The 5pm beer guys. Rodney with his 16oz bottle of bud light, Carl with his three 16oz bottles of bud, Gary with his six pack bud cans, and so on. The regulars are generally also polite. Some days people just have a bad day, but for the most part these are my favorites. These are the people that I have really gained relationships with over the past two years. They know a lot about me as do I about them. The regulars are good people to have around. A lot of them stick around and keep me company on a slow day. They're the good ones to have around for the occasional creeper who might come in and try to pull some crazy stunt. They are also the most dependable. The store often has slow days and cash ups aren't very big. At least we can count on the regulars to keep us going!
     It's always something new and exciting at Lloyd's store. It's getting a $20 tip from a customer I only cooked one lobster for. Getting crap from men because I'm a girl and I'm filling their propane tank. Then having them try to "teach" me how do it even though I took the training I still may not be qualified because I am not a man. Wasting endless amounts of company money at all my failed attempts to bake. Or just enjoying the slow times where I get to catch up on the latest gossip with the regulars. I wouldn't trade this job for any other. Someday I suppose I will have to give it up and go somewhere to work for more than peanuts but until then I will be loving every minute I spend working there. And if your ever driving by feel free to stop to enjoy a bit of the organized chaos!

Outro-classification

It's always something new and exciting at Lloyd's store. It's getting a $20 tip from a customer I only cooked one lobster for. Getting crap from men because I'm a girl and I'm filling their propane tank. Then having them try to "teach" me how do it even though I'm the one who took the training. I still may not be qualified because I am not a man. Wasting endless amounts of company money at all my failed attempts to bake. Or just enjoying the slow times where I get to catch up on the latest gossip with the regulars. I wouldn't trade this job for any other. Someday I suppose I will have to give it up and go somewhere to work for more than peanuts but until then I will be loving every minute I spend working there.  If your ever driving by feel free to stop in to enjoy a bit of the organized chaos!

Working in the public always has its pros and cons. For the most part I love my job. I love seeing new faces and meeting new people. A lot of the customers I have really gotten to know on a personal level. Most customers have good manners and are generally really polite. Occasionally though we have the rude customers that make you want to jump over the counter and punch them out. I always put a fake smile on my face until someone comes along to put a real smile on my face. I can categorize our customers into three groups. There are out polite customers, our rude customers, and our regulars.

Intro-Classification

People are generally polite in our little country store. Most everyone knows everyone else in our small town. If they don't they know your dad or your cousin or your uncle. There's always a connection somewhere. I love the closeness of our little store. It's always something new, and you learn a lot about different people. Many people pass through our store on a daily basis. We really get to know our costumers on a personal level. Most of the time it's a really fun place to be. Occasionally there are problems, but there's always someone to come along and put a smile on your face. Which leads to the three types of customers. There are our polite customers, our rude customers, and our regulars.