Personal Narrative: Incarcerations In My Life

Hey how are you doing? My name is Sheterrica Lenard and I've been working since I was 16 years old and I have all the experience that is required for this position. I have 5 years of experience in supervising and coordinating work of other correctional officers, I also can drive passenger vehicles and trucks used to transport inmates to other institutions, courtrooms, hospitals and work sites. I counsel inmates and respond to legitimate questions, concerns, and requests. I have also participate in required job training. After being in school for 8 years, majoring inn this field, I know I meet all required standards for this position. Although not all police departments require their detectives to possess a college degree, the shift toward a

As I am sitting in my smelly, old jail cell I am thinking why did I pretend to be someone else. I’ll tell you why I got into jail. This is the story of how I got into all of mess and what I did that made me go to jail. Once I was stealing from a store and I was about to big escape while my partner was outside by the car covering for me. My partner and I always robbed places because this is what we did since we were in high school. We got in the car started to drive, went across the bridge and BOOM. We quickly jumped out of the car and got in the boat under the bridge in enough time to get in the boat before the police got to our car to find us. We drove back to the warehouse in the boat because we have to drop the money that we got and we almost

In the years that it was open, Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary seemed like a horrid place to live. If I were an inmate sentenced to spend my life at Alcatraz I would try to escape too. I think the three men that attempted to flee in the summer of 1962 were all highly intelligent. They came up with a very intricate, flawless plan, but I believe that the trio’s chances were too small, given their limited resources, to have successfully pulled off the escape. If there was anyway they made it out alive, I think the two skilled swimmers, Clarence and John Anglin could have done it while dropping the weak link, Frank Morris. I think the most accurate information there is about the men’s fate is the picture shown above. Although, the picture that the

I just recently finished my prison sentence and one thing is very clear to me, I will never go back. I got one thing on my mind and that's to go out and make my money but this time the right way. Only problem is no one will hire a felon. I’ve applied to almost every job on the east side of chicago but let's face it, no one wants to hire a 6’5”, 240 lb guy fresh out the yard. I can't blame them I can be a bit intimidating. I started thinking hard about what I'm going to do.Sleeping at the shelter and constantly having to look over my shoulder just won't cut it anymore. Im tempted to call my family for help but I burned that bridge a long time ago and it won't be getting rebuilt any time soon. So I'm walking down the street when I see a help

I still remember like it was a year ago, the first and last time that I was in jail because of him. My uncle Jackson called as usual to tell me that Luke was in Jail for stealing fruits from different baskets of the woman at the central market. I waited till the weekend to go to Chicago to pay his bail because I could not be absent from my job. I was going back to Oakland, one of the many dangerous neighborhoods. Everything had changed and right inside the house, I was hearing gun shots every one hour and a half or two hours, I found myself ben scared like never before. Nothing was the same. Later that evening that I arrived, I asked my uncle to go along with me to show he station where my brother was locked. We drove thirty minutes to get to our destination, I was so angry because my brother was there with his friends but he was the

We’ve all heard the saying: keeping a positive attitude can mean the difference between success or failure. Fittingly, going through the police academy put this saying to the test! I’m not sure what was harder, going through the police academy or raising a child as a single mother. To be fair, the two are completely different and some might say there’s no comparison. But, as I sit here, memories from that journey come flooding back and I can not think of a similar or equal comparison that captures my struggles I had in the academy the way motherhood does so well. For me, the police academy was an arduous journey of blood, sweat and many tears.

Kristine was sentenced to life in prison and they can not guarantee her another trial. Her lawyer is fighting for another trial because the evidence is strong enough to prove her as innocent. I do not think her outcome is fair because there is not enough evidence to prove her as guilty. The main reason I do not think she is guilty is because her son died with a high percentage of carbon monoxide in his blood, which means he was dead before the fire started. The fire was likely to have started in the space between the ceiling and roof because of faulty wires. With this evidence, I believe she is innocent.

Experiencing a prison from the inside was interesting, I was not sure what to expect. I did not expect the inmates to have so much freedom, the dorm- like rooms were unexpected and I was shocked that there were only two guards in each dorm. My idea of prison was the inmates behind cell doors when it looked like a dorm room or camp. I was also unaware that inmates could work outside of the prison.

It’s been a year since the incident. Everyone is either gone or is trying to leave but the wealthy who are isolated from the rest of the nation, living large. We all thought it was possible, but no one thought it would actually happen. We didn’t think this country would run itself so far into the ground that it is beyond recovery. No one thought he could do this. Tuesday, November 8, 2016. The day it all started, the day he came to power. Everyone was either watching it happen live or asleep in their beds. Once morning came it was official, he became our president.

This reminds me of me and my cousin when we got out of lock up a while back. And us coming back and making our own money and trying to change our lives around in a good way. When he says you either with me or against me, that's what i use to say to my friends before i got locked up. But in the end this song sounds alot like whats happen in the past.

I feel like i've been in jail for almost a year now, but i know it's only been a few weeks. The walls in this room always feel so cold and wet. It’s so dark. No sunlight. I keep having replays in my mind of how everything happened. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat, nor do i want too. I haven’t seen or heard from anyone i know since i got arrested. If only she would have, ugh, we were supposed to be forever. She told me all the time. I have so much anger for her, still till this day. I should go back to the beginning, so whenever i'm gone and someone does find this they know the true story.

Locked up again. Ever since I woke up in this damn place, I’ve been locked up over and over again. I’m not some prisoner that needs to be locked up…well expect for the last thing I did, but that was completely their fault. They shouldn’t have attacked us. Jensen’s probably right, though. I shouldn’t have shot that man, but he shouldn’t have tried to kill Jensen. He should have known better.

Me and my brothers were trying to escape from slavery. We walked for the longest time, and we were at a small town named TerryTown. A colored man told us about the danger that lies within the little town. The people in the small town hated colored people especially the ones that are trying to escape slavery. We all got worried and decided to hide in the woods, but then we got scared by a farmers dog. The farmer came outside with his shotgun, and told his dog to be nice.

As I am entering my last two weeks at the agency, my workload is slowly decreasing. Monday, July 25, 2016 my duties for the day consists of filing, printing home pages for the clients, creating an addendum, and meeting with two clients. The most fulfilling part of my day was meeting with two male clients, one is a registered gang member and the other is a recovering addict. Looking back from my start of the internship, I would have been frightened to meet with a registered gang member on my own but as my time progressed I am now confident in my newly developed skills that I can conduct an effective meeting.

Life as we know it is changing. Newer technology, newer medication, newer problems. It may not seem so bad, I mean, at least there aren’t people abusing those things. Oh wait, there are. Nowadays, more and more people are switching to prescription drugs over heroin, marijuana, cocaine, etc. So is this really a problem? You bet it is. But what is this new abuse called, and how can we avoid/lessen the many people it affects?