Personal Narrative: My Interview With My Arrested Professional

Hey little brother sorry you can't call. I don't have any money on the phone. I haven't spoken with Mj in a month. I am so heartbroken. Your wife told me the great news and I am so happy for you both. Like I told Lamont I really don't talk to no one in Michigan. Kristy (1-2 times a week) Aretha and Fred (every other 3-4 months) maybe. Mom and Cass never. So that's that. You, Lamont and Mj are my concerns as long as you all let me be in your lives I will be. I love all my family dearly; however, along the way we have lost vital parts of who we are as a family. I think long incarcerations have made some feel that they are not family. Many people have forgotten who they are as simply Africans but on a basic level in this family we have forgotten

“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.

My full name is Samantha Taylor Miller, I am a criminal justice major. I am from Little Falls, New York. I currently live in North Hall with my roommate, who is also my close friend from high school. Although Little Falls is only about thirty minutes from UC, I am glad I chose to live on campus because I have met so many new people as a result of living in the resident's hall.

Kristen Isgro highlights the challenges that the mothers and caregivers go through on a daily basis. Three groups of women, ages ranging from 33 to 66 and all having a child with Down syndrome, discussing the issues such as how they advocate for their children. They also discuss what they have learned from experience dealing with health care providers and educators, and deal with how their children are viewed in different settings.

I am writing in regards to the domestic violence charge I received October 8, 2016. First, I will begin by touching base on the events that occurred that night. I had received an acceptance letter from Clinton Technical School that I had been accepted to nursing school. Since I had gotten accepted I decided that I wanted to celebrate by going to a concert with a friend of mine.

My personal experience was when the police took my dad to jail. Seeing everything that happened that day made me get stronger and realized that my life will only get harder, but it’s up to me to make it better and easier. This experience made me have a lot of emotional problems, insecurities about myself, I was even starting to show symptoms of depression. All this happened at the age of 15. I was a normal girl just planning my 15 party, I was so excited until that night when it all happened. When I saw everything my mind shattered into millions of pieces, my feelings got out of control, I began to gain hate towards everything and everyone . I did not want to know anything about anyone, I was scared that my dad was going to jail instead of getting house arrest. Then I started to go to confirmations and church retreats that completely changed my life in a positive way, all the hate suddenly went away in an instance. I have joined the youth group, it is a group at a ministry that teaches teens how to live a more positive life . I am glad I became a server at the ministry because that would help me reach my goal and dream.

“And this woman's case stands she broke the law and she committed the worst crime which is a death” Is there any objections”

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.

I attend John Jay College of Criminal Justice not only to further my education, but also to take care of my family. My mother passed away when I was only six years old; however, I have a brother, two sisters, a grandmother who knows what struggle is, and a father who cannot find the words to define his love for my mother. At no point she was hesitant about being a mother to her four young grandkids. I always knew she was an important part of my childhood, but I had never truly understood how she influenced me until a much older age.

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

Starting off the semester I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go into the criminal justice field and if I did what I would be doing in it. I’ve always been the type of person who has wanted to dedicate my time towards helping people and improving the world we live in. After taking this course I’ve really thought a lot about my future and what I’m going to be doing for a career. I decided to go into the police field. After deciding this I interviewed a retired cop that made his way up to chief of police.

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.

You simply can’t call the police on such matters as this. The police deal with people and their sins. Ronnie Levinson and his friends were not people. They may have been at one time but they were not anymore. These matters would only result in the deaths of countless officers. I had begun to explain all this to the young father but all he did was continue to stare at me muted. I went on explaining to him that what we were dealing with here was pure evil, members of Satan’s army. And we, as loyal soldiers of the army of God had a duty to defend our house of the Lord and its members in our community.

I glanced up at the scoreboard. 20 seconds left on the clock, down two points. My teammate passed me the ball at the corner of the three point line. I looked around and before I could blink I was kissing my season goodbye. All the blood, tears, and sweat that was shed on the court suddenly seemed as a waste to me.

When I was younger, I can remember my anticipation waiting in line with my family on a warm Sunday afternoon. There were lots of kids around us waiting to walk through the red gates and they seemed to be just as excited as my brothers and I were. When it was our turn at the gate I would stand on my tippy toes and peek my head over the counter to look into the small booth where the smiling lady stood. My face was hit with cool air from the air conditioning as I looked around. The nice lady always smiled and handed me sticker. On the sticker it read, “Fort Wayne Children’s Zoo” and had a lion and some zebras, along with other animals on it. I’d smile and press it onto my shirt. Then, I grab mommy or daddy’s hand and gleefully walk through the gates into the crowd of people.When I was little the Fort Wayne Zoo was a mystical place where I could travel all over the world in a single place, but as I grew up, I have realized that zoos are nothing but an animal jail where creatures are locked up so they never see their true roots or get to feel real natural instincts.