Personal Narrative: My Relationship With The Correctional Officer

It was a regular night in June when she made her way down the Longfellow neighborhood in Minneapolis. It was a quiet, working-class environment that she was familiar with and she was just making her way down to the commercial strip with her roommate, Latavia Taylor; her boyfriend, and two of her close gay friends. According to an interview with the Rolling Stone, this was fashion student, Cece McDonald’s makeshift family.

After the deaths of 37,508,686 soldiers by the end of World War I, Europe was a mess. Countries had been dissolved and rearranged, governments had fallen and been replaced, and economies were thriving then crashing, all as a result from World War I. One of the main goals at the end of World War I was to prevent another tragedy like World War I from happening again. Clearly that did not happen, as World War II still happened, causing over 50 million deaths. The repercussions of World War I caused World War II due to radical ideology, bad economic conditions, and nationalism to the point of extremity.

Today was the ending of the trail. Today was intense for my family, Officer Paul Galluzzo’s family, and especially me. Today was the day the world got to know if their was going to be justice for me or if Paul Galluzzo was gonna get off with police misconduct . I got up to take a shower and put on my clothes.

Paul, it takes a lot of money to live. Ironically, I spoke with an officer tonight that I could tell he was so worn out just to working his regular 12-hour shift, and he would not be relieved until another eight hours. I prayed for that young man for the reasoning I knew he needs the money, and he was left with no alternative. Another sad part to this truth is that he told me that he would have to call in late for his secondary job. I knew he worked a secondary job because I have stopped by the store where he works when he is not working for Correction Corporation of America (CCA). When an felon is released to the penitentiary, it is up to the correctional facility where he or she is assigned to take care of that inmate. Not only are the officers

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.

For a brief moment in time, I felt severed from reality. The myriad of emotions within me: sadness, outrage, chagrin, relief, were overwhelming and forced me into a state of numbness. I was then shocked back to reality by the people around me, and I started to make sense of the chaotic neural messages within my brain. One fact soon became clear - I was an utter failure.

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

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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

One of the best personal examples I can think of is during my time in the Savannah Regional Police Academy. I was young and a little too cocky. I did not take all my training seriously enough, because I thought I was already proficient in most of the criteria the class covers. I did well in class, but when it came time for the shooting range qualifications, I found myself nervous and under prepared.

When I was 18 years old I packed my bags and made my way to The Tennessee Law Enforcement Training Academy for 10 weeks. I was following in the footsteps of my father and his father who had attended the same academy in their youth; my parents were so proud! At 18 I was a hotheaded, smug, careless teen who, despite my law enforcement lineage, had no inkling of exactly what I was getting myself into; at the time, however, I did not realize that. I walked in that first day with such confidence and pride. Because I grew up in a law enforcement background, I expected to blow everybody away with how knowledgeable I was, but I quickly learned that I was sorely mistaken.

This was my second year in the law enforcement program and I had the feeling that this was definitely something that I really wanted to do. My first year in law enforcement definitely caught my attention and I really had a desire to continue down the law enforcement path. I really looked forward to doing my job shadows. I knew that I would be able to go to a lot of different police agencies, different county's courthouse and even get to go to the different county’s jails which would really help me decide what I really wanted to do in law enforcement.

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

At approximately 5:03p.m. Israel Thomas' Mom came down to Mr. Kimpson's room. When she got there she barged in asking, "What is this?" "Is this tutorial or detention?" Mr. Kimpson stated to her, "This is detention." She said, "Oh no he can't stay for that!" She instructed her son to get his things together so that they can leave. When she asked her son, as he was packing up, who assigned detention, he stated Mrs. Northern did. She then came over into my room and said, "Hey, he can't serve a detention and I would appreciate if you have an issue with my son, you call me." I told her, "Ma'am I sent home the letter to inform you that Israel had a detention and he brought it back signed by you." She said, "Yeah I know I signed it but he can't stay for detention." She then stated that, "I know I signed the letter, but I was suppose to call you but I had a lot going on and didn't have time to call." I told her that the only reason he was allowed to stay was because he had permission from her. She said, "No!" "He cannot stay for detention. In the future if y'all have a

So that night I knew that I could possibly not be released that next day. The next morning I left for the courthouse that I have visited 5 times before and the same process took place. I got on the police or highway patrol bus and arrived at the courthouse. I had my same jail clothes on and sat in a room with approximately 15 to 20 other people. As a result, I have to take the same approach which is to guard my mind and close my ears to avoid all the language and perversity. Again I sat in that same room for about 4 to 7 hours and eventually saw the lawyer. I must mention that before seeing the lawyer I was uncontrollably hoping for a release that same day. However when I saw the lawyer I was informed that I would be sentenced to 6 months in