Hi Ruid Reflection Paper

What this unique ID code would do would be to allow Cathy to examine whether Bob has been arrested by any NiBRS participating agency. For instance, let’s say Bob moves to Arizona after successfully completing drug court in 2025 (ten years since his last arrest). At that time, he has not been arrested before. While living in Gilbert, Arizona Bob is arrested for simple assault. His arresting office, John Thomas, fills out his incident report. Using his personal information (social security number, full name, previous residence, etc., John Thomas can search the restricted access data to find whether Bob has been assigned a unique ID. He finds Bob has, and puts that information on the incident report. Once these data are imputed for NIBRS, the

You're posting is exactly what I had found my research online if the Uniform Commercial Code existed in all 50 states. It was interesting for me to go in to my current state website and look at some of the modifications that were done by our legislature. In this state the UCC is monitored by the Department of Financial Institutions in State Wisconsin.

When I first decided to expand my education, it had been so long since I had been to school, and I was very hesitant. I talked at length about my decision with my husband and with his encouragement, decided to enroll but still was not quite sure which degree program to enroll in. I knew that this was something that I had always wanted to do since I obtained my Associates Degree in Nursing, but I did not have the courage, nor did I want to give up the time with my family and children. I second guessed my abilities and my knowledge because it had been so long since I had been in college. Now that my children are about to graduate high school and

Globally Unique Identifiers, or GUIDS make it possible to link every file, e-mail communication, and on-line chat room posting with the real-world identity of the person who created it. The unease for this issue is also growing. GUIDs are a kind of serial number that can be connected with a person?s name and e-mail address when he registers on-line for merchandise or service.

We begin at an early age training our brain how to work in coordination with the rest of our body. Walking with one foot in front of the other, holding a fork and getting it from the plate to our mouth with the food still on it, all require training muscles to respond in a certain fashion. Then we progress and learn various other skills and facts that cause us to function in certain fashions. We learn what is deemed as right and wrong in society and then try to live within the norm. After much observation and study some of us, myself for one, believe that the sun comes up and goes down because that is how God made the world. That much I know to be true, but my understanding of how that works falls short. We try repeatedly to understand the things we know and yet we continue to search for clearer and sometimes even reasonable answers. How does our mind work? Do we know or do we understand? Turn left and you will go right, turn right and you will go left, said no one, until Destin Sandlin tried to ride a bike that worked backwards.

Over the course of the last sixteen weeks, I have grown exponentially as a writer, an interpreter, and as a speaker. I have gained skills that will help me with the rest of my college career and eventually life. I have learned things about myself and the way I function that I did not understand before. Additionally, I have learned what my weaknesses are, and how I can improve them. From continuing my work in writing on connecting dots for my readers, to better honing my close reading skills, to finally being able to speak my thoughts aloud and with confidence, I will improve with time and a better understanding of how I function as a reader, writer, and speaker.

The Father, the son, and the Holy Spirit have been recited so fondly that nearly everyone can pinpoint where it is from. For me, religion was more of an obscure and abstract painting, but more my family members it was always so crystal clear especially for my mother. Prayer at the dinner table was for good health, and that the food would nourish the family so that everyone may be healthy and live long lives. I have known a general story of God, the creator and father of all things on this planet, and Jesus, his son who sacrificed himself for his father’s creations. We sing songs to worship and honor Jesus’ choice to prevent us from falling too deeply into the faults of our choices. For me, Jesus is always around us and not at all, he is a whisper in the wind that beckons me to come closer, but I stumble and lose my way. When I am lost in a sea of religious doubt or confusion, I look to my mother who is there light the way.

A sliver of moonlight lessened the darkness, but not enough to safely guide our bus driver up the unpaved road of the mountaintops. The bus offered no seat belts and the mountains provided no railings for our protection. The lives of over 120 volunteers and health care providers rested in the hands of our bus driver and his unorthodox driving skills. Despite the harrowing experience, the medical team had arrived safely to Cao Bang, Vietnam. This remote province became our new home and the site in which we helped provide medical care to over 2,000 patients.

Grumpy Hughes Lane. Avery County, North Carolina. July 2017. Situated in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains lies a humble homestead with a paraplegic man and his lovely amicable wife. Their home, a dilapidated nineteen thirties fixer upper, was in desperate need of repair, especially on its exterior, so myself and other youth collaborated to make the Hughes family’s dream of a reliable and dependable home a reality.

Someone asked me the other day if I was a lesbian. I answered no, because I do not identify as a lesbian. But what would have prompted them to ask that question to me verses my friend Erica? My friend Erica has long blond hair, she is skinny and wears feminine clothing. She has never been asked if she was a lesbian. But being a lesbian or any sexual orientation is not defined by clothing, style or demeanor. But many times a women dressing or acting more masculine put them in the butch category of the female gender which is often associated with being a lesbian. I personally hate categories, mostly because I am terrible at making up my mind. But I suppose if I had to label myself I would put myself into the soft butch category. I am masculine in many things I do or the way I dress but I also do embrace my femininity and display that through wearing dresses and makeup when I feel like it.

How can you go from good to bad? When I was young, I was a very good child. Then I grew up a little and lost my mind. I started acting a fool by showing off in school. But as of now I have my positive vibes and living right. It all changed by realizing that that is not the type of lifestyle I want to live and it wasn’t the way I was raised. If you want to get somewhere in life: you can’t live with a bad reputation.

Like many Catholics, I was welcomed into the faith shortly after I was born. My mother and father had me baptized at only four months of age. From then on, I was raised in a Catholic household. My faith was prevalent in my school life as well. I attended St. Bernard Catholic School from preschool to eighth grade. There were some parts about being Catholic that I really liked. I enjoyed the church songs we sang at mass and I loved having shorter classes on the days we said the Stations of the Cross. However, I wasn’t fond of being an altar server and I found no joy in having to wake up early on Sundays to go to mass. Though it was a part of my everyday life, Catholicism never really became part of my identity. I never took it upon myself to learn more about the church or strengthen my faith outside of school. I only really participated in Communion and confession and whatnot because it was what I was told and taught to do. Whenever I prayed, I felt more like I was speaking to the ceiling than to God. I hadn’t even considered that I could have my own set of beliefs until high school.

I have a lot of reasons why I have all of this anger built up inside of me and because I’m not a person who likes to talk about my problems I keep them to myself. With every day week month and year passing these problems grow bigger and bigger it doesn’t stop building until one day it explodes and there I am again in the principal's office being ask why.

It was yet another dull day in my high school English IV class. I arrived on-time and placed my worn out, overused, school issued computer on my desk and began looking up the day’s assignments. Soon enough the teacher would begin to speak, but before he even began I was already sitting there with the feeling of annoyance. “A fifteen-page senior research project” the announcement read. “Fan-fucking-tastic,” I remember thinking to myself. Another complete waste of my precious time I could have used to work on my car, or finish the next level of the video game I had been so often enjoying. The teacher announced the usual, “No plagiarism, 12-point font, double spaced, MLA format” nothing we hadn’t ever heard before, but somehow always managed to require 30 minutes of my life to explain. “This ought to be easy,” I had thought to myself, ignoring the rest of the instructions given. Little did I know; this paper was going to change the very way I thought about life.

It was the start of another day and I was dreading getting out of my mom’s car and walking into my school. I would much rather be at home playing video games than being forced to do mundane work. For the majority of my life, I attended public schools. It wasn’t rare for me to fail a test or even a whole class. It was because of these failures that I would get even more demotivated and threw away the idea of working hard or completing quality work altogether.