Personal Narrative: My Experience With Lafayette Police Department

On August 4, 2017 at approximately 2:40pm, Officer Lucas Griffin and I, Officer Kyeishia Evans, with the Ville Platte Police Department, was dispatched to 902 West Lincoln Street, Ville Platte, Louisiana, in reference to a business alarm. Upon arrival I witnessed a maroon 1999 Chevrolet Tahoe bearing license plate number ZTC679. I checked the vehicle and it was locked; however, I noticed the car was warm, as if the car had just been parked in the parking lot. I also noticed the back door of the business was opened. Officer Griffin and I checked the inside of the room; however, there was no door in the back room where you could enter the business. While checking the inside of the room we noticed damage to the tiles on the ceiling. I advised

For the past 2 years I have been part of the San Francisco Police Activities League as a Cadet. As a Cadet I’ve had many opportunities that I never thought I would have. We, Cadets, help the San Francisco Police Department with any assistance they need in big Bay Area events or fundraising. I’ve gotten the chance to also meet the Chief of Police, Greg Suhr, and now Retired Deputy Chief, Lyn Tomioka. Never in my life did I think I would have the wonderful and honorable opportunity to meet 2 excellent people and many more amazing Officers. In the 2 years, I was awarded a Certificate of Appreciation by Chief Suhr for the work I’ve done as a PAL Cadet.

“The Sheriff´s office has issued a mandatory evacuation order for your area.” A phone call like that will get you out of bed in a hurry, and it’s something you don’t get used too. I grew up in Ramona, California, a small rural town with not much to offer. Mountains, farm animals, hillbillies and fires… all a part of Ramona.

“We have identified the body of Pamela Zimmerman, and we suspect there is foul play. The Bloomington-Normal Police Department is doing everything they can: I am sorry.” These words from a police officer are permanently etched into my head. Those simple fifteen words play on repeat throughout my head a multitude of times throughout the day, sometimes never leaving my head. As the wise holocaust survivor Viktor E Frankl once said, “When we are no longer able to change a situation- we are challenged to change ourselves.” I woke up on November Fourth, 2015 thinking it was going to just be a normal day; little did I know that I was about to be hit with news that would change my life forever.

On February 24, 2017, I responded to 2809 W Royal Oaks Drive in reference to an intoxicated subject. Beaufort County Dispatch advised me a male was intoxicated attempting to drive a vehicle. I arrived in the area and observed a gray 2014 Chev Camero, bearing a South Carolina license plate; MMJ124 parked in the roadway. The individual was standing behind the vehicle, and appeared to be unstable by not keeping his balance while standing.

On 06-09-2016 at 1103 hours I was contacted at the front desk of the Police Department in reference to stealing.

I will not stop until I make the world a safer and better place. Maybe it'll be done by me being a prosecutor and help bring justice to the families who have been hurt. Maybe I’ll be a police officer and work my way up to a detective, or maybe I’ll even be a forensic psychologist and testify in court for the prosecution. It’s obvious I don’t know exactly how I’ll protect my people and make the world safer, but I am determined to do so; I will not give up on making my dreams a reality.

I used to think a police station was open and civilians walked in and got a glimpse of the offices and the officers doing their thing. When I went to the Missouri City Police Department There were locked doors and a clerk sitting behind a Plexiglas window. The premise was very secure. I met with Lieutenant Russell Terry, who was in charge of the ride along program, and finished signing waivers. Then I was assigned to Officer Gloria Villarreal.

Officers who need to defend themselves may do whatever it takes. Last month my friend Janet was having a party at her house and at 10 at least 3 officers came and said they got a complaint and needed it to be shut down. So we shut it down and everyone left. Two of the officers went in the car and drove off while the other stayed behind and spoke to Janet and I. We were just asking questions and laughing here and there when out of nowhere the officer gets hit with as beer bottle. We looked around and by the corner of Janet's house there was a dark figure standing and then it started running towards him. Janet and I backed up to the porch of the house while the officer stepped back reaching for his gun. He yelled “stop running, stop!” when the

On 04/25/2017, I, Dillon Dickerson, badge #155, was working as a Patrol Officer for the Wichita State University Police Department, in Wichita, Sedgwick County, Kansas. At approximately 2350 hours WSU dispatch advised there was a female at lot 25 Emergency Phone who reported an altercation with her boyfriend. Dispatch advised there were no injuries to her or weapons involved. Dispatch also advised the boyfriend would be driving a newer white Acura and that he is a black male 5’9” thin build possibly wearing a black hoodie.

My parents emphasized that doing an internship is beneficial as I would gain experience in the field that I wish to pursue. An internship would also help with decision making as far as wanting to still pursue a career in criminal justice or venture out and do something else. Once, I received all the information from the College of Criminal Justice website on the internship application process, I signed up and applied for the program. I was accepted and at first went and pursued an internship opportunity with the Houston Institute of Forensic Sciences, but they had already had the interns for the semester in which I was hoping to intern. Therefore, my next search was that of the Montgomery County Sheriff’s Office Crime Lab in Conroe. I emailed Lieutenant Damon Hall, who is over the crime lab along with Sergeant Rick Anderson and set up of interview for the internship.

My internship took place at the Burbank Police Department. It is located in Burbank Illinois and conveniently not to far from where I live. Burbank it self has a population of about 28,095 citizens and was founded in 1970.This is a very small department and was started in the 1982. The Burbank Police Department has professionally trained, a 53-member force. Currently, all officers have a minimum of a bachelor’s degree. Supervisors are required to attend advanced training from the Police Institute at Northwestern University or the FBI National Academy.

With regards to writing overall, I actually consider proper skills to be most beneficial, especially in my line of work. As a county detective, my responsibilities are to more "long term" and in-depth investigations. I do not do patrol work, or answers calls; all of my investigations are for what New Jersey calls "indictable" offenses, similar to felonies in other states. A vast majority of the work I complete, requires a lengthy, narrative report to be written. Along with that, I often have to author search warrants, communication data warrants, wire taps and other lengthy written legal documents. I have often considered myself to be an excellent writing and have been commended at work for my skills. However, what I have began to notice over

The most important thing that happen to me this reporting period was being able to experience what the environment is like when working in a jail or prison system for at least at 8 hours. Although there are no windows, I would work at Bibb County Corrections L.E.C. I like the environment and the relationships that I established with the correctional officer. They try to make the environment enjoyable along with the sergeants. As soon as I walked outside the doors of the correctional facility, I instantly became sad. Therefore, this is the last time sheet I will submit this semester. I miss interning with the sheriff department. Hopefully, I will become employed by the agency in the near future, but I want know until I begin the employment process.

Imagine the protagonist of any action movie, this is who I am. This is my identity. I never really contemplated how much this would change my life. In the beginning of my second semester, my freshman year, a friend of mine insisted that I join her in this meeting. I didn’t think that I would become the Chief of this organization. I didn’t think that I would learn this much in three years. I didn’t think I would serve my community this much in three years. I didn’t think I would fall in love with being in Post 300 of The Burnet Police Explorers.