classification essay-final

Classification Essay
One of my favorite pastimes is going to my gym and working out. My body feels healthier and stronger; it feels good doing something proactive about my health. My boyfriend Geromy and I go on a regular basis and we make it fun for each other, and doing activities together. Since I started going to the gym regularly, I have felt less depressed and my mood seems to have improved as well. When dietitian’s suggest a healthy diet rich in dark green vegetables, combined with a regular exercise routine, as a weight loss program; your chance of success is excellent. You should be happy with the results, as long as you follow the specific dietician’s instructions for your program. I sound like an infomercial on TV. Selling a piece of workout equipment or selling a Jenny Craig Diet Program. I can assure you, I won’t sell you any type of product. I am not a saleswoman, just a college student, making the best attempt possible to educate myself for the future.Try to combine some humour in the mix, check this out....
At the gym, you will find three types of people who have a membership there. Type A, B, and C. The die-hard A, who is completely committed to the time it takes to workout, keeps consistent with daily workouts, makes changes in lifestyle and diet, works 70 hours a week and juggles family obligations without breaking a sweat. This type I admire because I always have difficulty keeping commitments, and routine is the hardest for me follow through. It sounds so easy to be able to multi-task like the die-hard, but my guess is they will burnout when putting too much on their plate. PROPS to them. Two months after everybody’s New Year’s Resolution went by, business became noticeably slower. The attendance rates became noticeably slower compared to Jan 1st. Popularity didn’t last in the long run I guess.
The second type B is the tan, Barbie/Ken lookalike, who wears skin tight gym clothes, Nike’ everything, and has a really squeaky valley girl voice. It seems like the mirror is getting more of a workout than the person is. An example of this happened to me a week ago, when I was getting changed up in the women’s locker room. I never need more than ten minutes to use the bathroom, change, grab my ipod and head to the elliptical. There was this Barbie girl type changing next to me and she was more concerned about whether she was wearing matching clothes than getting a good workout. She was real slow getting changed and I headed out to start my workout. Forty five minutes later she finally emerged from the dressing room, to go to the treadmill. Or which I thought that was where she was heading, but on the way, she spotted a cute guy by the water fountain. For the next half an hour was like watching teenagers flirt with each other. The entire time I was there working out, she never got on a machine, or touched a single weight. Apparently what’s on her mind is watching the scenery and chatting it up with the locals.
The third type C is the down to earth, attends 3 or 4 times a week, being happy just listening to my favorite music, enjoying the company of your workout partner and sticking to a moderate workout plan, and having a life outside of the gym too. Avoiding being judgmental is hard for me and I can admit that I do make mistakes. The last few months in my life have been rewarding and stressful all in one, I try to stay hopeful and positive about the future to come with my education and relationship problems. This is relative because when I use the elliptical machine (skier), the stress just melts away the more I push myself. Releasing endorphins in my brain helps lift mood, and makes me feel sort of “high” so-to-speak. Not really high but the feeling of endorphins can chemically change the way your body feels and reacts. It is a healthy way to relieve stress and take care of your body at the same time. Continuing to educate myself is the key to my health. The proof for me is the thirty pounds that has come off me in the last couple years. Slowly losing weight is better for your body anyway, and strengthening my lower back muscles with low repetition reps. Curl triceps, biceps, traps for my arms. Improvement took some time and dedication, not an overnight weight-loss binge that always gains back a few months later.
So when it sounds like complaints from me, and comments made in an English essay about different people at the local gym, don’t think I mean any harm. Actually sticking it out and succeeding makes my self-esteem goes up so I don’t mind stating the “truth” on occasion. Interpretation is in the eye of the beholder. Isn’t it great that it’s a free country?

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I remember when we went to the pet store in the airport mall and was on a mission to find the perfect pet. We didn’t want to get a dog or a cat because they require much more effort on the owner’s part. Plus it costs more to feed cats and dogs anyway. Rats will eat just about anything so there was a benefit to having rats. We decided to go with a couple of baby rats that were only a few weeks old. They were born in the same litter and were brother’s. The pet store suggested we get the same sex so that we didn’t end up with a million babies that we didn’t plan on. We took their suggestion and purchased two baby boy rats. The idea of having rats in our house didn’t sit too well with me at first, but soon after they came home, I grew more fond of them.
Their personalities couldn’t be any more opposite of one another. We named them Ren and Stimpy after the cartoon on t.v. It was one of my favorite cartoons on t.v. when I was a teenager. Ren is the shyer rat and tends to hang back whenever there is noise or possible “danger” nearby. Ren is very skittish and jumpy if you make any sudden movements. Stimpy is the complete opposite of Ren. Stimpy is very outgoing and friendly and has adopted the role of “big brother” so to speak, he is always the first to come to see me when I get home. He is aggressive in nature and protects his wimpy brother Ren from any harm. Sometimes they do fight like brothers when we are asleep. I will wake up in the morning and one of them will have a bloody nose from having their butt kicked the night before. They always make up in the end and life goes on as normal.
As far as appearance goes they are very different from each other. Ren is an albino rat, which means he is pure white and has pink eyes. He is practically blind because of the pigment in his eyes, it makes it harder for him to see things. He uses his sense of smell more than his sight. He has a cute little pink nose that wiggles up and down when he sniffs something. Stimpy is half black and half white. His head and upper body is black and the rest of him is white. His eyes are fine and he doesn’t have the trouble Ren does when it comes to seeing objects. Their hands and feet are so cute; they look very similar to human hands and feet just on a smaller scale. They are getting really used to the good life. They have no worries, no bills and best of all no responsibility. All they do every day is eat, sleep and play. That’s the life of luxury if you ask me.
Their favorite pastime is eating. They will eat anything we give them usually. At first we started them out with hamster food and then that developed into cat food. The next thing I started doing was giving them table scraps. That was a big mistake because now I can’t get them to stop begging at dinnertime. I feed them bread, chips, fruit and vegetables. In fact they probably eat better than both of us combined. When I put some food up to the cage, Stimpy comes running over and snatch’s it out of my hand then runs to his corner to eat his meal alone. While keeping guard to make sure nobody is going to take his food away. Ren takes a little longer to come take the food from me. When he finally comes to the food, he gently pulls it out of my hand and takes little nibbles instead of woofing it down like his brother does.
When I bought these little guys from the pet store over a year ago, I did’nt see bonding with them the way I have. To be honest I really didn’t like them when we first got them. They gave me the creeps when I would look at their long tails. It took a little adjusting and an eight hour project to build a top-notch cage that will last forever and is escape proof. They are family to us now and I really enjoy playing with them and watching them play with each other. Sometimes they like to wrestle around, and I have caught Stimpy sleeping on his back with his feet and hands in the air. It’s very funny to see. They are very interesting to watch, and are supposed to be very smart animals. I can say for sure that I do agree they are smart animals. They are also loving and affectionate. I hope my rats live a long and healthy life.

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I thought to myself, DAMN! I gotta take the trash out. I forgot to earlier when I went out for a Cigarette. I got up from my chair and desk to stretch my legs and get the kinks out of my back. That love cause essay was more difficult than I anticipated it to be. I thought as I pulled the liner out of the trash can and tied it up. I shouldn’t be, because that is the way I feel about him. It should come naturally for me to talk about how I feel and why I love my partner. That didn’t mean I loved him any less because my brain was cramping up. I opened the door and jogged down the stairs to bring the trash out. I pushed the door open from the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of movement behind the door. Oh few, it was just my next door neighbor coming in from getting the mail. She is a nice woman, but if you ask me she is a little too nosy for her own good. I got this GOD awful smell coming from the dumpster that smelled like old, crusty socks and rotting vegetables all in one. I grabbed the bag and held my breath as I chucked it over the side of the dumpster. As I threw the bag over my head, some nasty juice from the bottom of the bag dripped onto my shirt. I was so absolutely gross. I felt like I was going to puke right there. I took a minute to gather my breath and sense of smell back and went back upstairs. When I got to the apartment, I peeled of my wet, stinky shirt and threw it in the trash. There was no way I was evergoing to get that nasty smell out of my shirt now. OH SHIT! I forgot that there was a deadline for the cause essay I was working on. It was tonight, and medical term HW 1 & 2 is due by midnight as well as the English. That’s nice, now I need my brain to work so that can finish the end of the essay. I looked at the clock on the wall and it read 10:30 pm. Well I better place my fingers over the keyboard of my laptop and start typing.

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In comparison Ren and Stimpy look like any normal rat but looks are deceiving. They couldn’t be any more different from each other. When we took them home from the pet store, they were so small and so curious. I remember the first time that they ran on my shoulders and snuggled my neck. At first it was kinda freaky having a rat crawling through your hair. But over time I got used to it. They have the best life of any rat in the world. They eat top notch food and have only the finest linens to sleep on. The name Ren and Stimpy says it all. You automatically think they are mischievous creatures from their name. Ren is an albino rat which means that he is all white and is practically blind with pink eyes. Stimpy is black and white and seems to see fine. He is the protector rat. He protects Ren from any danger that is near. While Ren is hiding in the corner scared shitless. Stimpy comes running over and confronts what the potential danger that might be there. Their personalities are totally opposite of one another. They are brothers from the same litter and they are like any other sibling when it comes to sibling rivalry. Some mornings I wake up and one will have a bloody nose from a brotherly spat the night before. Usually the loser is Ren and he ends up with a bloody nose on many occasions. They are very interesting to watch in their 4 foot by 3 foot custom cage that we built for them. The cage has three levels. It has a wooden frame with metal chicken wire around it so that they can’t escape. They became very cozy in their new cage even since the first night that we put them in it. They have the life of luxury for a rat. They eat better than most people that I know. They have the best life. They are hand fed food and sleep all day and party all night. Wouldn’t it be nice to be them? No responsibility, no bills, and everything handed to you on a silver platter!

Graf # 8 Love-Cause

Since the very day I met Geromy, I have been completely head-over heels in love with him. You know when something’s different when your stomach starts to turn and feels like real butterflies dancing around. Every time I would see him after that I would start to blush and that familiar mysterious fluttering in my stomach would start all over again. I got nervous because I didn’t want to do something stupid and drive him away. Our love grew stronger as the days went by. We would go through the worst weather and sub-zero temps to be with each other. Just holding each other on a park bench in the middle of winter when it’s snowing and 20 degrees out is real debtication. We had to sneak around to see each other. He would pick me up from my place and every time I got into his truck I felt serious exhilaration. We would sing to music and ride around and in no time we became best friends. We also have had very romantic moments in private places around the state of Maine from our escapes. We still have that connection 2 years later and we can still finish each other’s thoughts as well. I feel like we are meant to be together forever.

Today, I called my grandmother Helen. I asked her how everything is going in her and grandpa’s life. She said it was going great and they were both in good health except for a few minor problems. I was relieved to hear that from her. You see, about ten years ago our family learned that my grandfather Henry has Alzheimer’s disease. I am determined to research everything about the disease so I can help my family cope with his condition. How quickly does Alzheimer’s disease progress and is it possible to stop the progression altogether? This is what I will research to educate myself on ways to help my grandparents.

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I have to admit that I am getting a little spring fever myself these days. It has been sunny and warm outside for the past few days. It feels like a little slice of heaven to be completely honest with you. I have been able to take advantage of the nice weather and take a nice long walk each day. I have been making a routine of taking a walk to feel healthier and get ready for the nicer weather. The main thing I have been obsessing over is getting my body ready for the dreaded bathing suit. This year is better so far than last. For the past couple years I have completely avoided the subject all together because I was WAY TOO overweight to feel right at the beach or the public pool. I am working hard this year and I already went out and bought the coolest bathing suit I have ever owned in my life. I cant wait to improve the look more as summer aproaches. I can actually look at myself in the mirror and not want to run away horrified by the rolls and bunches under the suit. It all comes down to whether or not I have respect for myself to obtain this important goal in my life. Some people think things like that dont matter in life, but to someone that has never experienced the joy of feeling good about herself in her own skin, it makes all the difference in the world.

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Introduction
Alzheimer’s disease is a progressive, ultimately fatal, disorder in which certain types of nerve cells in particular areas of the brain degenerate and die for unknown reasons.
Vulnerable brain regions include the amygdala as well as the hippocampus and areas around the hippocampus, and affected cell populations include cortical pathways involved in catecholaminergic, seritonergic and cholinergic transmission. Advancing pathology is believed to underlie the classic clinical presentation of memory deficits followed by gradual erosion of judgment, reasoning ability, verbal fluency and other cognitive skills.
Pathology
The two "hallmark" Alzheimer lesions observable at autopsy – first described by German neuropsychiatrist Alois Alzheimer in 1906 – are amyloid plaques and neurofibrillary tangles. Plaques are extracellular deposits of abnormally processed amyloid precursor protein, and tangles are intracellular accumulations of the cytoskeletal protein tau.
Researchers now recognize that development of plaques and tangles may represent a fairly late-stage in the disease process that may or may not reflect the fundamental biochemical disruptions at work in Alzheimer’s. Although the "amyloid hypothesis," which assigns a central causative role to abnormal amyloid processing, remains the most widely embraced theory, other active areas of research include tau, inflammation, disruptions of cell signaling pathways and cardiovascular risk factors.
Management
Key elements of disease management include timely diagnosis and effective use of available therapies to manage cognitive and behavioral symptoms. Other important considerations include identifying comorbid conditions and monitoring individuals for adequate nutrition, hydration and pain management as well as signs of abuse.
Drugs currently approved specifically to treat Alzheimer symptoms all act chiefly by inhibiting acetylcholinesterase, the main enzyme that breaks down acetylcholine. For about 50 percent of the individuals who take them, these drugs offer a modest, temporary delay in worsening of cognitive symptoms. But cholinesterase inhibitors do not stop underlying neurodegeneration, and the disease inevitably progresses.

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Isearch background by Amanda Hamblen

• Alzheimer’s disease is a brain disorder named for German physician Alois Alzheimer, who first described it in 1906. Scientists have learned a great deal about Alzheimer’s disease in the century since Dr. Alzheimer first drew attention to it. Today we know that Alzheimer’sIs a progressive and fatal brain disease. As many as 5.3 million Americans are living with Alzheimer’s disease. Alzheimer's destroys brain cells, causing memory loss and problems with thinking and behavior severe enough to affect work, lifelong hobbies or social life. Alzheimer’s gets worse over time, and it is fatal. Today it is the seventh-leading cause of death in the United States. Learn more: Warning Signs and Stages of Alzheimer’s Disease.
• Is the most common form of dementia, a general term for memory loss and other intellectual abilities serious enough to interfere with daily life. Alzheimer’s disease accounts for 50 to 80 percent of dementia cases. Other types of dementia include vascular dementia, mixed dementia, dementia with Lewy bodies and frontotemporal dementia
• Has no current cure. But treatments for symptoms, combined with the right services and support, can make life better for the millions of Americans living with Alzheimer’s. There is an accelerating worldwide effort under way to find better ways to treat the disease, delay its onset, or prevent it from developing.
About ten years ago, my family received the news that my grandfather Henry had moderate Alzheimer’s disease. He was told to start taking some new medications and the doctor wrote scripts out to him and sent my grandparents home with devasting news. Our whole family was affected by the sad news. I remember when I got the call from grandmother about what the doctor had to say. It felt like I was punched in the gut by a boxer. I couldn’t breathe for a min or so. Then I started crying hysterically. I took it real hard in the beginning. Lately the disease is winning because he is getting worse. I called them to check on how everything was. I sent them a picture of Geromy and I that I had made on the computer with a new program I have. I said thank you for my birthday card they had sent me, my grandmother Helen said that grandpa didn’t recognize he either Geromy or Me in the photo. I was instantly hit with severe sadness and took an emotional dive. It’s very hard for me to face reality sometimes. I do block certain things out but I couldn’t do it this time. It took a few days until I went back to semi-normal emotions.

Prompt 7

Sitting here chuggin’ my favorite beverage, listening to Guns N Roses- “ I used to love her “ But I had to kill her, I put her six feet under. I remember back to when this song was popular, I was probably in my teens and in high school. Wow I haven’t thought about the days when I used to go to the skate center and hang with my friends. Roller skating and dancing with the boys and talking to my friends. I haven’t thought about the roller skating days for over ten years. Those were the days, no responsibility, no complicated relationships, and best of all; no bills. I didn’t realize how good I had it, not until its gone. It’s almost as if, I never learn from my mistakes. I always ignore the signs, until it’s too late. And here goes: I guess it’s like the saying goes “You never realize how good you have it until it’s gone.” Boy if I could re-live my life, I would do a lot of things differently. In fact, I would do everything over again.