It all happened so fast. A pair of hands grabbed my head and stuffed
It all happened so fast. A pair of hands grabbed my head and stuffed
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.…
As I mentioned in the previous assignment, I want to increase my baseline 500 steps each week so that by the end of the semester I am recording 10,000 steps which is in the active range. I will continue walking around the property at work and stepping in place whenever I possibly can. I will stick to walking to the mailbox which is two blocks from home as opposed to driving up to it on my way home. If I have days where I am tired I will just give myself another pep talk. I have a pretty good support system thus far so I will lean on them if pushing myself on my own does not cut it.…
This room appeared to be a library. Floral wallpaper was peeling off the damp walls and curling up like a dead leaf on the floor. I became distracted and walked over to an undisturbed book and very carefully opened it up; it appeared to be handwritten by the owner of the house. The pages were very delicate and it was extremely hard for me to read due to the language it was written in, I think it was Latin. After quickly examining it I realised that it appeared to contain the history of this house.…
Pulling the covers back I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Instantly I felt Goosebumps permeate my skin as the cold air from the central air system battered my naked body. My clothes-where were they? I was sure my dress was somewhere in this vicinity. I mean, I was vaguely sure I'd tossed it to the left side of the bed.…
I take the letter in my hand and slowly rip open the paper. The letter is from Bill Clinton, the president of the U.S. My eyes scan the letter . It explains how deeply sorry all Americans are for what they did to us. This reminds me of the journals I kept, dating back to a few months before I had to leave for Tule Lake .…
At a younger age, I would say I believed that I can only trust myself and my mother, this is because as a little kid my mom would always tell me that there are bad people in the world and that giving them any information about anything can be very harmful. But as I grew up and realized what was actually happening in my country I knew there were millions of others that were suffering against the “bad people” and we could only do something about it if the whole community came together to help. It was at that time when I was about 25, when I started to put some effort into trying to establish more just conditions within my country especially after the implication of extremely high food prices. This is when I started my first strike involving my…
I woke up in an unfamiliar place but it wasn’t as cozy as the last house. It was cold and damp from rain throughout the years. Then I heard a whisper from down the hall. I knew from horror movies not to go down the hall but this wasn't a horror movie.…
He walked toward the stairs and when he was about to take a step up he heard a loud crack coming from upstairs. He looked up and saw darkness and a shadow scurrying around the pitch black ceiling. “Hello??” He asked confused, why would the lights be off? Then suddenly he heard footsteps pounding on the ground from the hallway running his way.…
Stomp, stomp, stomp, it started up again. But the footsteps weren’t getting louder this time. They were getting more distant. It was then that I realized it turned the other direction and was going downstairs and not after me. I got up out of the closet and jumped back in bed.…
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.…
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.…
Clicking, that's all I could hear. I was shaking so violently that the headboard was bouncing off of the wall. Blood, that's all I could see. A pool of thick crimson liquid curled around the legs of the bed. Sufficating them and forcing them to know what happened.…
Sick emptiness and heart felt pain came over me. I remember, it was still daylight, maybe 2:30pm. I found myself on my knees with my head buried in the couch. Looking up to realize it was dark. Two hours of my life had been stripped from me.…
A few seconds past and I opened my eyes. I saw the horror to my eyes that my mother had gotten outside,. I moved all the dishes and got up.…
I don’t have a clear vision of what happened, that night was a blur. All I remember was waking up staring at the blank, white ceiling in what has become my room. It’s been thirty-nine days since my arrival, I’ve been keeping tally…