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Prince 3

For one of them, it was a normal day.

They’d seen each other a month ago. After months apart, their reunion was hard fought and well deserved. There was love and happiness, and there were tears at their parting. For them–for her–the brief time together was too short.

The two were not used to being apart. But after years of being physically paired, he had found a new home. He did so reluctantly. He was not sorry to leave the pretentious coastal town that he felt trapped in. Surrounded by a palm-lined, stucco suburbia and a proud Homeowners’ Association, he knew that he would not be at home in that city. It was a select group of people that held him to that place. Of that group, she was one. But the mountain town he had found himself in drew him in, and he knew he would not be leaving. She did too.

She remained in the shitty coastal town where they had met. Only for her, it was not that. It was home. It was the dark asphalt of the the palm-lined Coast Highway that meandered along the sunkissed cliffs of Southern California. It was the good places to eat, the adorable downtown shops, the surf and the sand. It was the infinite horizon of the Pacific Ocean in all its glory. And though some he had gently placed a little doubt in her mind, she knew she would not be leaving. He did too.

Over the course of the months apart, anxiety began to well up inside her. Everyday, unceasing, she thought of seeing him again, and the thought became one of stress, a burden. She loved him, as surely as she knew what love is, but she felt trapped. She could be so happy in his presence, but the idea of him leaving and staying away haunted her. The idea of being apart revolted her, but they were, in reality, apart. And the miles between them came crashing down on her neck.

He, meanwhile, was occupied. He was occupied by her and the escapades of his new life, which seemed to interest him far more than her life interested her. The miles had worn on him. They had their moments of trying to choke him to death, but he had shaken them off. He thought of her constantly, and he often wrestled with the distance. But he was not trapped. He felt free. It was a freedom in the form of continuity and normalcy. To think of any other reality that did not involve her made him feel ill. It was simply not possible to comprehend. She remained there for him, only not physically there. He loved her, he is sure.

But it was only a normal day for one of them.

The other had butterflies in their stomach. They were not the butterflies of excitement. They were butterflies of lead, poisoning everything they touched.

They sat down in the same place they did every Saturday. It was their day. Every week they would see each other through the pixels of their computers, and though it was hardly anything, it was something for the both of them to keep their sanity. Only for her it also carried another reminder of the anxiety. It had finally showed this Saturday.

“And how are you tonight, Love?”

“I’m ok…I’m just kind of nervous”

He quickly fell out of the contented state that took him through life. He felt physical dread come over him. His legs went weak along with hers. After over two years and a long conversation it had finally come down to a question:

“Are we breaking up?”

After a long silence it was met with an “I think so” and instantly a connection that had receded into abstraction became once again physical and shattered on the floor.

They knew it was not for lack of love that their separate ways had begun. They loved each other, and the words “boyfriend” and “girlfriend” were not privy to that fact. It was because he loved her that he could not keep her. The same unconditional love they had so effectively taught each other over the years remained. No amount of conflict over the years had taken that from them, and they knew that no particular order of words would do so, either.

It was heartbreak, but unmarred by regret or anger. It was heartbreak while both of them still had a heart to break.

Questions for Peer Review

Questions for Peer Review, Problem/Solution Essay

Author’s Name: Reviewer’s Name:

How effectively does the introduction draw you into the paper? Why?

Comment on the writer’s focus. That is, how well does the writer stay on track or how much does the paper wander off course? If the paper loses focus, indicate where.

In the main part of the paper, are words or sentences that are confusing? Please highlight them in the author’s essay and if possible, explain why they are confusing. Can you offer suggestions for improvement?

Are there any parts of the paper that could use more explanation or description?

Reread the ending. What could be added or changed to make it more effective? How well does it tie everything together? To what extent does it make you want to learn more about this topic?

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When Jessica was in third grade she had to a research project on an animal of her choosing. She decided to research and write about pigs. After learning about them, she began to feel bad for eating pig, so decided she did not want any sort of pork in her diet. She informed her family of this decision and they respected this decision, so she thought.

It was in May of 2012 and the Savage family was sitting down for dinner. As usual her dad prepared dinner for the entire family and was finishing up on the meal prep. There was Frank Sinatra playing off the computer speakers, which was located right across from the dinner table. Her brother was setting the rectangular mahogany table. First by placing green and brown abstract place mats down in front of the four chairs. He next started folding paper napkins in half then set down a fork and steak knife on top of each seats respective napkin. Everyone was excited and anticipating a great meal.

Jessica had just finished rinsing her ands in the kitchen sink, accidentally washing her hands with dish soap, she pat them dry on a rag, noticing how dry her hands felt. She then grabs the white ceramic plate to serve herself first. Chicken chops were one of her favorite meals her dad made. She saw a silver cookie sheet lined with six chicken chops that rested in their own juice. There was just something so different about how her dad made chicken chops compared to any other chicken dish that made her mouth water. She stabbed one with the fork that was resting out, and added it to her plate. It took up half the plate. Still extremely hot, she could feel the steam from the meat against her face. She than added some salad and rosemary roasted potatoes to her plate as well and carried it to the dinner table and sat down.

Johnny, Renee, and John all made their plates immediately after and joined Jessica at the dinner table. Since everyone was sitting down, they all began to eat. Brrrrrm Brrrrrr. John’s work phone began to ring and he hopped up from the table to see who it was. He signaled at everyone, and walked out of the dining room into the living room to answer it. Johnny, Renee, and Jessica continued eating. Renee then took another bite of her meat, with a half full mouth and a content grin across her face she said,

“Mmmm. Your dad makes the best pork chops.”

Jessica cocks her head straight up, and dropped her fork out of her hand. Confused and upset, she was not entirely sure she heard what her mom just said correctly. She quickly asks,

“Pork chops? You mean chicken chops? Right?”

Her stomach is turning over on itself. She is freaking out in her head, there is no way that after all this time, her parents were serving her pig. Johnny continues to eat, understanding what is going on. He thinks that it is about time this all is happening, and honestly is shocked it took this long. Renee’s face reads it all. She looks down at her plate and then at her daughter. She internally realizes what just happened, and is trying to figure out how to make it right.

“Sweetie, have you ever heard about chicken chops anywhere else? You were so young when you decided to not eat pig, we didn’t think it would matter… You have never been able to tell the difference.”

She guiltily looked behind her for moral support from her husband, but he was nowhere to be found. Her poor, kindhearted daughter who was so gullible just had the rug slipped from underneath her. She felt awful for lying or twisting the truth on something so trivial for so long. Jessica began to tear up,

“So you are telling me, chicken chops do not exist? That this whole entire time, I have been eating PIG? When I told you and dad so CLEARLY I did NOT want to ever eat a poor pig?”

Renee remorsefully responds,

“I am so sorry sweetie, but yes. You’ve been eating pig your whole life.”

Questions for Peer Review

Questions for Peer Review, Problem/Solution Essay

Author’s Name: Reviewer’s Name:

How effectively does the introduction draw you into the paper? Why?

Comment on the writer’s focus. That is, how well does the writer stay on track or how much does the paper wander off course? If the paper loses focus, indicate where.

In the main part of the paper, are words or sentences that are confusing? Please highlight them in the author’s essay and if possible, explain why they are confusing. Can you offer suggestions for improvement?

Are there any parts of the paper that could use more explanation or description?

Reread the ending. What could be added or changed to make it more effective? How well does it tie everything together? To what extent does it make you want to learn more about this topic?