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.…
All she really wants is to be able to do things for herself. She wants to make sure she can…
For instance, my friendship with Sandy has been growing for five years now this would be the first time in our years in school where we have been apart from each other. We have always had a friendship that grew from being face-to-face and we began knowing about each other in the same place, which was our school. Now that I attend the University of California, Riverside while she stayed back home at California State University, Los Angeles. We had to find a way to adjust learning about each other in a different place, now that we are fifty miles apart and have completely different schedules we had to adjust to our new places to learn about one another. Whenever we do get to see each other it would be a place out of the ordinary, therefore both our comfort zones with one another has changed.…
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.…
As a child growing up in Rhode Island, the smallest state in the Union, the idea of a vast planet brimming with civilization and culture was more like something out of a fairy tale than it was reality. So, when my father announced that we would be leaving the country to go to Scotland, the home of his and my ancestors, my world began to expand at a rapid pace. This trip could not have been timed more perfectly. The summer of 2007 marked the end of fourth grade, my first year at Saint Mary Academy Bay View.…
“Shes coming back right?” a baffled 7 year old asks in response to the appalling news of her mother’s death. A vibrant imagination is accompanied by a crushing pain of reality that trails behind it ; I discovered this when I heard the words “no” . 10 years later, that conversation lingers in my head and holds not a cacophonous nor euphonious sound, but instead holds the neutral tone of reality, an alarm . As routine , at 6a.m., I hear a melodious alarm followed by the pitter-patter of my aunt who is getting ready for work.…
She just does not care. She is selfishly wanting what she can not have and wanting everything to go her own way. She is so stubborn to have her desires…
When I think about the boy who I was growing up, the young adult I am today, and the man I plan to be in the forthcoming years, one aspect of my life stands out to me far more radiantly than anything else: my culture, my skin, my identity as a Bangladeshi-American. There aren't many clubs or organization for Bangladeshi Americans such as myself. Make no mistake, there are certainly events for Bangladeshis living in the United states, many that I have attended due to various entreaties from my parents. These are event where the only language spoken is one that I barely speak (Bengali), the only music conversed about is that which I don't listen to or understand, and the only events discussed happen in another country that I have spent only a…
My first position is my house because you are relaxed and focus and my house is quiet and peacful so there's no noise and im not distracted like if i was somewhere where there is alot of noise and stuff to get me distracted like games and stuff like that thats just me personally i get distracted alot i need to be some where that's quiet to help me be on task. My second position is the library becaeuse first and foremost there is not talking in the library so it's originally quiet and that's what i like because alot of people function more when there's peace and quiet and some don't they just like the noise to do there work but i personally think there should be quiet while doing work.…
One’s identity is who they truly are as a person. People don’t define you. you define yourself. You define yourself with your actions, personality, and the roles you play in other people’s lives. At this point in my life I’m still trying to figure out who I am.…
When I was a teenager I worked in a donut shop. It so happened that the place was sold to a family and was not a corporately owned. In the hope of saving money, they decided to cut labor and asked the hostess’ to do all the cleaning, including the washrooms. The age I was at cleaning was not my cup of tea, therefore, I made it clear to the owners I will do everything else, but clean the washrooms, as I don’t even do that at home, and my mom wouldn’t even let me. The owner’s reply was, “you people should be used to that kind of work, what do you mean you can’t do it,” and a whole lot of other inappropriate things that I won’t get into.…
It feels great to know that you can savor the company of those who unconditionally love and accept you, be instilled with an indominatable spirit and encouraged to ultimately arrive at the resolute and heartfelt conclusion that you undoubtedly know a sense of belonging shall always remain within you during this life and beyond.…
The first thing I noticed was the color. It was faded in one section. The different layers were now becoming visible. The pattern of the couch reminded me of it. I sat in the spot.…
A Turning Point Many events occur during a person’s lifetime, some heal the soul and others leave an unpleasant scar. Either way, by time, all of those events come together to give that person a memorable experience that will not be forgotten. I have faced many terrific circumstances, some of which gave me good memories and some gave me terrible experiences. However, the most remarkable event in my life was an exceptional one, one that made me realize that no matter how bad things get, there will always be something better.…
I am a white female, born to a poor, unwed mother. My father a drunk like his father before him. Both my parents worked low-income jobs, my father jumped around from workplace to workplace because of his temper. Momma, my mother, worked, and still does to this day, retail and customer service jobs; she, unlike my father, clawed tooth and nail to keep those jobs and receive whatever raise she could. She knew what it was like to be “born poor into a world that despises the poor,” and she didn’t want that for my sisters and me (Women’s Lives, 124).…