On 12-03-2015 at approximately 1745 hours I Officer Hildebrand, Officer Patrick Sullivan and Sgt. Joseph Harris were dispatched to 630 N D St. for report of an assault in progress. While en route Dispatch notified me saying the male individual assaulting the victim was Kevin Meyer. I had dealt with Kevin Meyer earlier in my shift. While driving East on West Gallatin I spotted Kevin 's pickup headed West on Gallatin.…
Moving Again Have you ever moved schools? Have you lost friends? Well it really stinks. Moving schools have affected me for lots of reasons, but I am getting better.…
I have not been thinking differently but I am surely endeavoring. I have an arduous time changing things about myself so at this point I am just gradually endeavoring. After reading these two chapters I endeavor to disunite my emotions from my thinking due to the fact that they incline to get me into an abundance of trouble. Prior to making decisions, I stop and notice first if I am allowing my emotions to get in the way. I ascertain no emotions are tied to my decisions just so at the end I get a good outcome.…
College Essay Growing up in New Haven, Connecticut there weren’t big mansions, people with expensive cars, nor any sign of wealth .It ’s a small city filled with homeless people, violence and poor neighborhoods that made me into the person I am today. A city so small you see the same people everyday.…
The Big Game It was December 7,2015. I was in Des Moines at a championship game. We played 2 games to warm up. Then went to our championship game up against the Waterloo Hoopers. We started it was 10 to 10.…
My First Shot The air was empty but the pond was full. We sneak through the trees to get to the pond. We get there to realize that the gamble we took didn't pay off. Since we got there about thirty minutes before shoot time we waited. That was the slowest 30 minutes ever.…
We went to the small town my mother grew up called Barranca Laureles in Jalisco, Mexico, there we stayed at my mother’s old home and spent time with all her family. As the very talkative and extroverted person that I am, I made friends fairly quickly specifically with my cousin and the daughter of a family friend/neighbor. They seemed like regular kids that I would be friends with but when I reminisce I realize how hardworking the were and are, they would help around the house and work outside with the animals with feeding and cleaning and do more work than most of us do, them also being my age. I also fondly remember how kind and giving my aunts were, even when they didn't have much they always offered me what they had and refused to take no for an answer. Them being this way not only further taught me to be grateful but to also be kind no matter you situation.…
I was born in the Dominican Republic to a nurseryman and my mother was a homemaker. My father had a high school education, while my mom was never allowed to attend school. However, I saw the brilliance in my mother and I know she would have done great things if given the opportunity. We lived in one of the poorest area of Santiago and I would see the struggles of the people around me.…
There are a couple of obstacles that have played a major role in me becoming who I am today. I've had naysayers trying to negatively influence my thoughts, and crush my dreams by saying that said I will never amount to anything, or that I should give up on my dreams and get realistic with my goals. A couple years ago I was a completely different person. I was out of shape physically, my academic performance was very poor, and I had a terrible attitude. I improved greatly in athletics and my academic career.…
A couple days before poms annual summer camp. My coach gets that look in her eyes that everybody despises. I knew what was coming and I was totally terrified. She got out her notebook and pencil.…
Who am I? This question has been on my mind lately. Just to think about it, brings me feelings of a doubt and uneasiness. Many times I was told that it is impossible to figure out what is behind my defiant and troublesome face. Also I had a chance to hear that same face is like the mask, hiding the real me beneath of it.…
We would play basketball out on our driveway and play hide and seek with all of our neighborhood friends. Summer nights I remember staying out until it was dark playing hide and seek with family and friends. These are some of my most precious moments I have when I was a child, running around the neighborhood with my siblings and friends laughing and having a good time. One day my older brother and I were playing a basketball game with some friends and he threw a ball at my face and I ran inside crying.…
Where You End and I Begin For much of my life, I have been tied down religiously by my family. From the moment my skin had been exposed to the world, I could pretty much assume my father had covered it to abide by the law of tzniut: modesty for women. At the age of eight was when my mother and I snuck buying me my first pair of pants, a secret we kept from my father. I remember we walked around town in West Hampton Beach (aka -the “Jewish” Hamptons) and there was the ‘end of summer sale’ in main street. I stroked my finger tips through all the velveteen overalls and corduroy pants, watching all the girls try on clothes and show them off their fathers and mothers who smiled approvingly.…
Hey Charlie it’s hard to hear that it’s not getting better. It sucks to see people you love leave. It’s not good to avoid everything because people won’t know how you feel. It’s good that you’re going to places still. The mall is a good place to go to when you’re sad.…
Nevada, Tennessee, New York or maybe even Wyoming, where can you honestly call home? This is not the place you went to school in or every town you moved to, but the place where you really grew up in, the place you call home. The place that really formed who you are, makes up your personality, the way you talk or even how you do things traditionally. Is that the country or city maybe even an orphanage? Worland, Wyoming, made me into the person I am today because of living in the country, the type of school I went to and the way my family raised me.…