F+Butcher

Diary Entry #3 December 12th, 1800
With all the great turmoil that France has been through, I can feel that a decade has shaped France into a better place than before. As Napoleon's reign began, his new sets of laws have brought joy and happiness to us all. Above all, his new tax collection system has brought prosper to my boucherie, because I now have more customers than before. Steady supply of tax has made tax-payers to pay regularly to the government, and this has enhanced the amount of tax we had to pay. It has not only benefitted my boucherie, but also it affected my father's blacksmith job as well. As this fair, orderly system was set, I could feel that everyone else is happy too.

As of today, I have met two people at my boucherie. The first person being Angelique Mullenax (the nun), she has brought such an unforgettable kindness to my boucherie. Ten years ago, the kindness that I have offered her has been remembered- she has bought more meat than before from me. Her sign of gratitude could never be so sincere and decent. As we were sharing opinions of what we feel about Napoleon's reign in France, I was very elated to hear how the Catholic Church got their power restored. Moreover, I was very glad to see how the nun was able to do what she wanted to do as a nun. Along with Angelique, a groom of which preferred to be called as "Andre," stopped by my butchery to buy meat. Joining our conversation of the current effect of Napoleon's reign, Andre stated that his control over France is what is benefitting our country in many ways, such as issues on tax, corrupt aristocracy, new public schools, power of Catholic Church, and same rights.

Today, I celebrate how my fellow customers, my father, and I all agree upon the fact that Napoleon's a great leader. I have to admit that he is by far the most influential leader of France so far in the years of my life. I thank God, who brought this wonderful leader and saved France from fiasco. This has not only saved myself but also all the poor people who underwent the same disaster. I look up high in the jet-black sky, where stars are glimmering. I can see a bright future of France, just as these stars indicate. I shall have my prayer for us all and go to sleep.

Bobean, Billy. "The Night Sky - Guild Wars 2 Guru Forums." //Guild Wars 2 Guru //. N.p., n.d. Web. 7 Dec. 2011. .

Diary Entry #2 April 13th, 1792
Today, I have a special guest who was planning to stay at my boucherie for the rest of the day. It is a nun, from Notre Dame Church, named Angelique Mullenax. While I was trying to sell meat, I couldn't keep my eyes off of a filthy, poor old nun who owned nothing and had dirty pair of hands; simply because she dedicated everything to Notre Dame Church and God. Although I am not part of the Notre Dame Church, I thought it was my obligation to protect Catholics who were poor because they gave everything to the Church. Approaching the nun, I stopped and offered her my meat. She indulged into the meat so fast that I had to feel utterly sorry for her. Offering my place for her to stay, even my master, Acel Fortier, allowed her to stay at my boucherie. I was happy, as a Catholic, to offer a nun some kindness. I guess the smell of lavender could not overpower the meat odor. However, seeing the nun bearing the smell, I was quite surprised. I also wonder if the wealth of Church comes from back-breaking efforts of nuns like Angelique.

Other than this rare event, another special event that happened from today would be another visit from Bernard, who came to buy meat again. I do not know how to appreciate him, but the only way that I can is to be thankful and add extra meat to his purchase of my meat. Although I was quite pessimistic of everything happening around me, today proved that there are little things in life that can make me happy. Although I am a man of no possession and living the life of the third estate, these little things like today will keep me faithful day by day.

Nguyen, Pier. "Keep Your HANDS and NAILS CLEAN!!!!." //Modeling //. N.p., n.d. Web. 6 Dec. 2011. .

=Diary Entry #1 April 12th, 1792=

As soon as I woke up early in the morning, I couldn't handle the acrid odor of butchered meat in the basket. That nasty smell drove me out of my butchery shop and made me look for flowers by La Seine. After getting permission from the abbot, I decided to take a short trip to La Seine; the closest river from my butchery shop. There, I was able to find lavender and eat some bread I brought along with me, as always as usual. Gathering several pieces of flower, I decided to head back when it was full in my hand. Before I headed back though, through the reflection of myself on the surface of La Seine, I was able to see my inner fourth teeth decaying badly day by day. On the way back to my shop, I saw posters of King Louis XVI, and people of France being outrageous of bread that were posted up on almost on every trees. There was a description below that said something, but I, who is illiterate, was unfortunately unable to read or dare think of what it said. Re-entering the pool of unpleasant scent, I scattered lavender all around my room, one by one. Suddenly, I remembered that I had to go and see the abbot- Acel Fortier-to make a perfect, excellent breakfast! Thank goodness I've been there on time. Anyhow, I have made the breakfast and headed back to my boucherie.

When I came back, I was ready to open and start selling my meat. My first customer was always the miller- Bernard. There would not be a single day without him. He always came to buy cow meat from me. Feeling that he is always spending money on my butchered meat, I decided to kindly give him an extra piece of beef. When we said good bye, the next customer came after a few hours later. It was a little lad who bought pork for his sick mother, as he told me. When his dirty little hands offered me a few sous, I felt like this revolution was worth taking place. Something different and revolutionary had to take place. Poverty was what kept this little lad poor, and for my Boucherie Andres, it only allowed a very small, limited number of customers everyday. I would be letting tears of joy out if there was at least 1 customer everyday.

In the afternoon, father came back from his job and saw two tally mark carvings on our wall. Knowing that this is a great accomplishment, he handed me three sous and said that this would do to buy myself a few bread. I headed outside and bought the smallest, the cheapest bread, because tomorrow was tax payment day. I wish we never had a day like that. When I headed back, there were more posters that I've seen earlier on in the day, but this time, on building walls. I wonder what they wrote below.

At night, I decided to share stories that happened throughout the day with my father. Although they were redundant, father always smiled along with my story, even if they were boring. Suddenly, I remembered about the posters and asked him about the poster. Father told me that he heard from someone that on the poster, it wrote, "No more bread? Off with your head!" When I heard this, the phrase echoed inside my head. Finishing up the left-overs from my bread, I headed back to my room, where I had nothing but a ragged blanket to cover myself up. I made my prayers and tried to go to sleep.

Davis, Marshall. "Spiritual Reflections: September 2010." //Spiritual Reflections //. N.p., 30 Sept. 2010. Web. 4 Dec. 2011. 

Name: **Gilbert Dupont**

Age: **20**

Gender: **Male**

Occupation: **Butcher (also works for the abbot named Acel Fortier)**

Social Class: **Third Estate**

Financial situation: **Earns money through his job (and occasionally from his father as allowance) and his father's job, but loses most of the portion of the money from high tax payment and is only left with a small portion of money that can offer only a few bread for his living.**

Appearance: **About 5 foot 5 inches tall, delicately thin because of his labor, brown hair (half wavy) that is also short, brown eyes, wears a butchery hat that has a "tail" attached to it (like a graduation hat), wears worn-out loafers, brown trousers, and white shirt. When he smiles, you can see half of his teeth decayed.**

Location of home and/or business: **"Boucherie Andres" in northern Paris (lives in a separate small room inside the butchery).**

Habitual locations: **"Boucherie Andres" in northern Paris**

Daily routine:
 * **In the morning, Gilbert gets ready to open his butchery shop. He gathers all animal meat on his table, and starts butchering. Gilbert only leaves the necessary part and throws the unnecessary part away into his wooden basket. Before he opens the shop, he eats breakfast. Half piece of bread is not enough for him, but he needs to save it for lunch and dinner.**
 * **In the afternoon, Gilbert interacts with those who came to buy his meat. He likes to keep record of the number sold by the day, so that he can show his father and earn extra allowance if it was appealing. Gilbert eats the remaining bread and saves another half of bread for dinner. He heads to a nearby bread store and buys bread for a short break with his money from customers.**
 * **At night, he would clean up all the mess and eat his left-over dinner. He talks with his father about the day and writes his journal before he goes to sleep.**

Personality/Quirks/Unique Personality Traits: **Gilbert is a very diligent, kind and honest boy who always remains optimistic. Gilbert's quirky personalities include staring at his decayed teeth and being fond of staring at his reflection. Gilbert's unique personality traits include collecting flowers to keep his butchery fragrant and being very optimistic, no matter how hard the odds are.**

Past / Family History: **Gilbert's mother (who was a miller) has died of smallpox when he was only 3, and his 2 year old sister at the time has also died of the smallpox. The only lucky survivors of the family were Gilbert and his father. Gilbert's father has let him to grow as an honest, kind boy. Now Gilbert and his father lives together inside "Boucherie Andres" in northern Paris, where Gilbert works, and his father working at a local blacksmith workshop place.**

Family: **Gilbert's father, Pierre Dupont, and Gilbert Dupont.**

Social relations with your own and other classes (people you deal with or know about in other classes, AND your opinions and feelings about them): **Gilbert's relationship within his own class is going great, since he is known for his diligence among his class people. He knows the groom, and also thinks that he is very talkative whenever he starts the conversation. Gilbert also knows the nun who he feels like it's his duty to help others, like the nun, who is a Catholic. Gilbert knows about King Louis XVI through his father, where he heard that posters around the place suggests that the French monarchy should have their head cut off. He thinks that Louis XVI is doing a poor job of settling out the issues of France, but instead worsens the situation.**

Religion: **Catholicism**

Education: **Gilbert is able to interact with his customers (e.g. greeting, saying price), yet he is still illiterate.**

Style of speaking (i.e. formal, "down-to-earth", crude): **His style of speaking is casual, but style of writing is formal.**

Main privileges and/or conflicts: **Gilbert has the privilege to run the butchery by his own, since his father works at a blacksmith workshop place. He also has the privilege to earn money and know how to use it. Gilbert's conflict would include the amount of money that is being taken away by high taxes from the French monarchy, and the terrible odor of his butchery. Therefore, he tries his best to keep the butchery fragrant by placing flowers near the butchery basket.**

Portrait (avoid anachronisms -- clothing or objects in your portrait that are from the wrong time period):


 * "File:Boucherie à Paris.jpg." Wikimedia Commons. N.p., n.d. Web. 3 Dec. 2011. .**