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.…
For me I felt taken back by this because growing up this was something I never had to worry about. Another way to see the socioeconomic difference was when it came to certain children having toys or clothing other kids didn’t have. Some of these children would make comments about how they couldn’t afford to have a phone or even a video game like the other kids at the club. Growing up I never felt this way, I always had everything I could have asked for and was constantly being spoiled by my family. The area where I volunteer had groups ranging from third to fifth grade and there were much more boys than girls.…
Through the years, I have moved to almost 3 culturally different countries, my experiences have been nothing less of hectic. From changing to country to country to school to school. I have be-friended people from all around the world and have managed to gather a few bits and pieces from each of their cultures. It is so fascinating finding out about traditions around the world. To strive in a multi-cultural atmosphere would obviously be tough, but I have thankfully done it more than once.…
Respecting myself is what I consider to be one of my defining characteristics, so when I heard one of my male cross country teammates saying offensive things about me and my female teammates, I had to say something. At this time four out of the six girls on my team were dealing with some type of injury. Problems with our hips, knees, and ankles were some of the issues we were dealing with. This particular male teammate was saying things like, “Our girls team is really slacking right now.” In addition, he was mocking us by saying, “I can’t go to practice today because I have a hangnail.”…
I was standing at the desk of CRC waiting for Henderson to come back off of his 10 min break. Once he walked in I asked him are you back off your break he turns around in a nasty tone and say's I'm standing here right. So I turned around and said to him you don't have to get smart with me ok. He turns around and says you can leave as I was already walking towards the front door so I turned around and said you need to start acting like a man instead of acting like a girl. He then says to me you need to act like a woman....…
At 1523 hours, I was dispatched to the front lobby of the Wichita State University Police station to speak with a female. I arrived in the front lobby about 1524 hours and met with an Asian female named Vu Luu Thi Cam. Mrs. Cam was visibly upset and appeared to have been crying. She had a red face and tears in her eyes. Mrs. Cam said she wanted to talk to me about getting a house key back from her husband.…
terrifying process. With this experience I realized my identity of a women was one of fear and exploitation. My body no longer belonged to me but belonged to everyone else. I was expected to be sexual by men of any age. My personal worth was and continues to be based on my sexiness…
When I was young I remember the very gendered comments and toys id get and I would wonder why I couldn’t do certain things girls could do (in my parent’s eyes). What made things even more obvious to me as a kid was the fact that I was always around my cousins which happen to be all girls and one guy along with my little sister. I would try to put on my older cousins heels and walk around in them but my parents would tell me to take them off. I was quickly introduced to cars as a kid but interestingly enough my mother was the one who was teaching me about the cars since she knew more about them than my…
All the way up until matriculation, my mom raised me while my absent father was at work for most of the day. Even when my father returned from work, the words of my mom were still in my ear. Everything I learned as a child, I learned from my mom: how to sew, how to iron, how to clean the house, how to do laundry, how to cook, how to garden and how to shop for groceries. All these tasks are extremely helpful in modern society, but in the context of rigid gender roles, I learned all the duties assigned to women.…
In life I have been told the quote, "It is our differences that make us the same." This quote did not have much connotation to me until I was in my sophomore year of high school. Throughout my childhood, my life has been nothing short of unique related to peers of my age. From the time I turned eight years old to now, I have seen my mother's mental illnesses in full effect such as her bi-polar episodes. I have seen an abuse of alcohol on an abnormal level, but I have always had my brother's back me through everything since my dad had moved to a different state and it was just us.…
Growing up a Female Growing up the first big difference I remember making between males and females was the way they got to act. I was always a tomboy wanting to play with the boys, dress in basketball shorts, and play sports at recess. But it was not always seen as ok, I remember girls laughing at me for what I wore and boys telling me I couldn’t do things with them because I was a girl. This definitely affected me as a child growing up, feeling like I had to be one kind of thing and fit into this box of what a female is supposed to be.…
When my older cousin Jane came to stay with us for a week, I was thrilled. I was even more thrilled when I discovered that we would have the house alone for almost the entire week! At 22, Jane is about three and a half years older than me, with a lithe, slender body I'd always envied. She was a beauty, and already I knew that many guys were asking her out on dates.…
I envisioned a ranch with endless acres of apple trees blooming, a quaint house near the back with various farm animals roaming around, a Father and Mother watching their children play amongst each other on a sunny spring afternoon. I’ve seen this farm in person, it’s now commercialized for the local sale of apples from the trees that still reside to this day. The sole structure of the old modest adobe home still stands, no roof, just the greenery that’s surrounded and grown throughout the home over the decades. Despite the fact that I’ve only been alive to see this land commercialized and the adobe house abandoned, my visits during apple picking season as a young girl lead my imagination to invent a childhood I assumed my grandmother lived.…
It effected the type of person I was/am, the decisions I made, and it impacted every single relationship I have ever had. The key factors that I think contributed to my thoughts and feelings about my gender were Gender role expectations, family as my first agent of socialization, and school as an agent of socialization. Learning the expectation of my role From a very young…
I have more memories than I can count, as vivid as my own reflection, of being admired and doted on by the acquaintances of my parents. A common occurrence of childhood; my head was often swimming with this sly commentary—more often than not on the subject of my appearance and feminine attributes. “Why, look how beautiful your daughter is!” “What eyes she has!” Not forgetting my personal favorite: “You’re going to be in trouble once she grows up!”…