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.…
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.…
Iclesias Phanord Breaking the Norm I’m surrounded by bouncing basketball and expectations. I had not yet found my vocation. However, many people around me had; whether it was basketball, cheerleading, or track - they had found a purpose that drove them. I did not have anything that I was truly passionate about but when I began playing volleyball, I discovered it and I fell in love with the intensity that came when I touched a volleyball.…
I met strangers who eventually became great friends and sisters, they give me advice, a shoulder to cry on, they were the cheerleaders along the way edging me to keep my going going further , they gave me strength, optimism and support, they inspired me but most of all they understood fully what I was going through , not because they were clever or read up on broken and battered women , they have been there before ,just like me .They even understood when I told them I still loved Daniel , that's how sweet they were .My friends were the rose petals the wind had spontaneously blown onto my dusty road, they experiences paved the road for me making it so much easier and for that I will forever be grateful . These were the woman who encouraged…
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…
“Go Kylie go! Five hundred meters left! Give it all you got! Five hundred meters left!” screamed Coach Leaman as I ran past her on the last lap at the state cross country meet.…
The social norm that I violated was singing out loud on a public place. Well I did not really get to sing loudly on a bus or train. I did however sing loudly while I was shopping in Wal-Mart. I thought it was the next best thing than singing on a bus or something. Since there are tons of people at Wal-Mart in the first place.…
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.”…
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.…
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…
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....…
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.…
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!”…
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.…
