If I decided to do illegal. I will never bring intimate people to involve with. Either relatives, best friends and especially parents. Because I don't want them to suffer and get harmed. So, my prisoner B is a stranger.…
When I was younger, I always kept a book by me. Books accompanied me everywhere, to the mall and to my relatives houses. I was called a bookworm, and still called it today. I’ve read books, and collected them. I have over 100 books in my room, and have a library in my house.…
The pain began slowly, pricking me with its sharp needles only while doing barre in ballet once a week. I ignored it, believing it to be normal, common discomfort that would soon go away, typical thoughts of a dancer whose entire sport is centered around “good pain”. Six months later, it had escalated to the degree that every step I took felt like an arrow to my knee. Dancing had become impossible, and it was determined that I should be taken to the orthopedist. The bland, brown and beige lobby became extraordinarily familiar as I waited two hours to be examined.…
My experiences over the last six years living in NYC have shaped me into the approachable and compassionate person I am today. I have been immersed in a melting pot with many different culturally and economically diverse populations. These unique experiences have broadened my horizons and allowed me to gain valuable communication skills and the ability to connect with people from all walks of life. I searched out opportunities to give back and help the people in my community both in volunteering in hospitals, educating high school students, and interning in private practices. I even traveled with the organization Medlife, setting up a medical clinic to provide basic medical care and education to people in the poor and underserved communities surrounding Lima, Peru.…
Throughout the Fall 2016 semester, I visited several different courts uptown for my American Criminal Courts class. When I saw this assignment on the syllabus, I was very eager to complete it because I wanted expand my knowledge in the court system and how it works. I had previously observed in a courtroom for my Civics and Economics class in high school, but it was very basic. I went to the courthouse afterhours and completed a mock trial with other peers. Even though it was basic, I still had a lot of fun pretending I was on a jury and seeing the simple set up of a trial.…
This is a true story about the time I got in trouble for doing something that would have marked my record with a felony and got me put in a juvenile detention center for 3-6 months. I'm in a room with my mom, sister, and a officer who is telling me what I did and the consequences for my actions. I'm sitting there taking it all in and making sure I show him how regretful I am for doing what I did. When I sat down with my mom and sister the officer asked me what happened so i told him and he explained what could happen to me. At the moment he was explaining my situation I was nervous and scared even though i was going to accept the consequences of my actions.…
Now, it was only a simple matter of getting out of the prison and using the laptop to get the school reported for a whole host of legal issues. They threw the guard uniforms over their regular outfits, then they walked out of the building. They followed Jeff because he was the only one who knew the outside world, the rest hadn't been there for years, or in extreme cases, not at all. After getting a safe distance away from the building, they began to spam the government with messages from them about their location.…
Prisoned for life You’re feeling depressed,anger,sad,hopeless, feeling like there's no escape of your emotions. Because you did one dumb thing and now you’re going to jail. For 4-5 years maybe even your whole life, maybe you don't even know if you're gonna end up in a death penalty because you never know what’s gonna happen in jail. This is why I don't what to go to jail.…
Every summer of my life I return to the Stonington community for several weeks where I reestablish previous relationships and erect new relationships within the community. Stonington is a small lobster-fishing community off the coast of Maine located on Little Deer Isle. With a population of just over 1,000 Stonington is unique from my home town where twice as many people attend my high school. Despite the differences in lifestyles, making friends in Stonington was much easier than making friends as a young adult.…
I dreaded the day someone asked me that question. My great grandchild, Thomas, sat down next to me and asked, “Grammy, how did slaves live?” I knew it would come eventually, but I did not expect it to happen today. What could I possibly tell them? I could not just come right out saying, “Well, children, my mother worked all day from sunrise to sunset.…
Screams, there seemed to be multifold of them dancing on the walls, creating a morbid symphony of enjoyment, terror, and grief. But in my time in the Asylum, I learned to ignore them as I walked to interview a patient. I remember when their screams used to unsettle me when I first came to work here in Germany. In America, everything was so white and sterile, but here, everything is so dreary and monotonous. But today I was unnerved for a different reason.…
I hope this letter finds you well; if it finds you at all. I do not know where I am, I do not know where to go, and I do not know when I will be back. I am in chains, lying on the hard ground of a large boat, stuffed next to other slaves. The atmosphere is so thick and stuffy, it is nearly impossible to breathe, much less without extraneous effort and wheezing. The stench is unbearable.…
To be honest, if my uncle was ever in jail in the first place, I wouldn't go help him escape. But if I have to imagine myself in Creighton's shoes, then I guess I would. Either way, there's a reason why he's there and it's not my problem that he is in jail. That's his problem.…
A faint cry was all I heard; a feeble noise that escalated until it couldn’t be ignored. The incessant gnawing at my heart awoke me; fear had me in its grasp as terror encompassed me. “God, help me!” The feeling was too strong to discount. I struggled against the sheets, desperate to escape and rescue my daughter.…
One of the many mysteries of life is how you can overcome so much and still come out “normal”. Many of us have run into many obstacles and was stuck as they say between a “rock and a hard place”. Throughout my life, many obstacles were thrown at me starting through my early childhood all the way to the day I am writing this. I Have gone through forever changing experiences. From being the victim my entire life, I have learned what I wanted to be when I grew up.…