Personal Narrative: The Big Game

Growing up with a father in the military, you move around a lot more than you would like to. I was born just east of St. Louis in a city called Shiloh in Illinois. When I was two years old my dad got the assignment to move to Hawaii. We spent seven great years in Hawaii, we had one of the greatest churches I have ever been to name New Hope. New Hope was a lot like Olivet's atmosphere, the people were always friendly and there always something to keep someone busy. I used to dance at church, I did hip-hop and interpretive dance, but you could never tell that from the way I look now.

On July 6, 2015, at approximately 1147 hours, I responded to 3706D Mt Vernon Ave, The Meter Wizard LLC for a robbery from person. Upon arrival, I spoke to Mr. Robert S. Cohen the victim in this case. Mr. Chon reported that a dark skinned black male entered his business and displayed a handgun. The suspect only said “give me your money”. Mr. Cohen gave the suspect his wallet and 9 dollars cash. The suspect ran through the alley in an unknown direction of travel.

Over my years of school, one big influence on me has always been sports. Ever since a young age, I have always enjoyed playing and watching sports. In my four years in high school, I have fell in love with the sport of lacrosse.

I woke up and took one bite out of my pop tart but that one bite was all I could eat. My legs were shaking, and my heart was pounding. My dad told me, “It is a true honor to even make it this far so go out there and have some fun.” Once I heard this statement, I knew I was ready to go. I arrived at school and boarded the bus. The car ride was an hour and fifteen minutes of hearing the squeaking of the wheel on the bus. My teammates were getting their heads ready for the big game.

It was in the Empire State building, New York that I made the announcement. The heads of North America’s eight most powerful crime families sat around the enormous oak table. I was in my regular spot at the head of the table, leading the third meeting in fifty years of the Committee. My announcement would be the greatest shake up in North American mafia history, alliances would change and new territories would open. I explained to them why I was getting out. I wanted to offer the next generation, my children an honorable name and a comfortable future. It is there that I, Capo Donato Iladio, declared the end of North America’s greatest crime dynasty.

1. The 2nd case study made me reflect on my first head coaching job in football. I was hired by a school in south Texas with the help of a friend I coached with in Oklahoma. He had moved back to his hometown and started teaching and coaching at his high school. He contacted me about the opening and two months later I was hired. I hired him to be one of my assistants and even made sure that he was paid well as a thank you. I was very disappointed with the way he coached that year. I had already make arrangements to move him to a non-coaching position for the next season. I realize I never spoke with him about my expectations or made him aware of how I felt during the season. I identity with Dr. Skinner is some regards. I was caught up in the other aspects of teaching, coaching, and AD duties, I neglected to take care of that issue. I understand that it is OK to hire a trusted colleague or friend but the expectations of them should not be any different of anyone else.

Last summer I wanted to work and earn a little cash and distract myself and not be home all summer. I didn't know where to apply so I applied everywhere I was even open to working in the fields my parents told me that the fields were the last place they ever wanted me to work. My mom and step dad Raul always told me that field work wasn't easy and that it was not for me but I didn't listen.

I have a grudge against my neighbor named John, and John has pushed the last of my buttons. Ive decided to take revenge on him for the years of torment that's made my life completely and utterly miserable. I am going to take his life and ill finally be free of the nightmare i know to be John.To do this it will take careful planning on my part and I’ll need a place to hide if im found out by the towns people. I’ll also need a place to hide the body and any evidence so people won’t become suspicious of my involvement of his sudden disappearance.

I hear voices of cries and screams of terror. I’m raging out of control, not listening to any authority figure. In my head I hear strange voices saying, “You must get him Chris, you must get him!” As I hear these voices I’m running for dear life, propelling any innocent civilian that dares to come in my pathway. Anger inscribed all over my face as it glows red like a traffic light. As I’m running, I get blindsided by this big heavy man. I am now detained. All the hope of catching my prey is now out the window, you’ve lost now. I lay there, blocking out all sound waves that wish to peregrinate through my ears. As I do this, the voices come back saying, “You must get him Chris… you MUST get him!” I then snap back into reality and somehow someway got released from the suffocating weight of the heavy man. I get up and run full speed towards my target as I spot him through the dense crowd. He’s fleeing the scene, and by now he’s out of arms reach. I stop myself in transition, “You got away this time.” I say to myself. I’ll get you sooner or later…

int. run down ghetto complex in urban nyc. night.Carlito (V.O.)So there I am, alone in the dirty hallway wondering what the fuck is Alex 's problem. Did he really go nuts? This is 1982 and NYC almost declared bankruptcy. It was a time that if things broke, they stayed broken. Poor barrios were like barren deserts filled with vacant stuff. These times were bleak and there I am a teenager trapped in a helpless ghetto. Graffiti entered my life and to me, it was the ultimate. The trashed subway trains were a gloria(opening the door in an annoyed manner)Here 's the damn book Carlito, if you get fucking lice, te jodiste. CARLITO(glances at the book in mystery as he takes it into his hands)This is the book he sent you?GLORIA(sighing)Yep, that 's one of them. I gotta go do some shit, bye.(gloria throws an air kiss and about to close the door)Oh, if I were you, get rid of that TLA sweater - CRS is around the way and you don 't wanna get jumped. CARLITO (V.O.)I 'm staring at the book in my hands as I head down in the deathtrap elevator. I turn the skinny thing over and see the title, 'The Tibetan Book of the Dead. 'What the hell was this? I read a few pages and it spoke about life, how to die, and all this other that made no sense. I was furious Alex would fall for this junk, but what made me more furious is the CRS tags in the elevator 's walls. Angrily, I took a fat Magnum marker and tagged TLA right over it. After walking out the ghetto complex and into the concrete streets, I

As I dejectedly strolled away from my last chance at retribution I heard someone call my name from behind me. Immediately turning around I noticed a hulking hooded figure. He gestured for me to follow him. He led me towards one of those derelict driveways decorated in graffiti. Near a car parked there stood two other men dressed exactly like him. These men who themselves looked like demons of death were strangely my saviours.

I kept quiet just to be sure, watched him, waited for him to make a move on the car, I moved down the fire escape a little more not taking my eyes away from suspect. Just as I stopped moving to watch him again I saw him look up and stare up at the fire escape, I was in complete darkness, there’s no way he could of seen me; he squinted then looked back down and did what he was there to do, he smashed the car window and just as he was about to open the door he looked up again, he stared directly at me, he knew I was here, they must be getting more cautious I have been doing this for months now. As he stared at me he smiled, turned around and ran, I smiled back that’s when I knew the chase was on. I jumped off the remainder of the fire escape and chased after him, he was fast, but I was faster. I quickly caught up with him and started to give him the beating he deserved, we fought, he fought back for a few seconds, then completely gave up, another win for me I’ll take it, as well as less of a struggle so I can still do more good tonight. It was during this fight the suspect began to laugh, this confused me, but I soon figured out why; we were not alone. Three armed men emerged from the shadows, all weapons pointed at me, it was at this point I realized I have lost, but like I said before, sometimes, you have to fight for what’s right, even if you know you’re going to

The dark side of the great empire, New York, is filled with the obscure Mafia . Over the heights, there are city lights so bright, it blinds you to see what's underneath the plastic appearance of New York.

The year was 2024 and Chicago was deteriorating. It was a poverty-stricken city with a high crime rate. Racketeering and drug dealing were common. The city looked like something straight out of a dystopian blockbuster, with the small number of high-rises still holding the millionaires and billionaires, but below them the withering city that Chicago was, slumped. The streets were littered with newspaper fragments and empty soda cans. It was a terrible day for a walk, but I had gone anyways to pick up dinner. I walked quietly down the street below an abandoned L track, avoiding the garbage and pigeons circling at my feet. The city was strangely noisy and there were more people than usual lingering in the alleyways and businessmen

But ADA Catherine Johnson and the others employed in the service of their fine city were not alone; the city had it 's own small smattering of masked vigilantes, the heroes who did the work that others feared to do, taking on the various crime families, gangs and consortiums who threatened the city. Everything was in a fine balance, with those criminals who stayed under the radar avoiding the attention which could bring them down, but those who transgressed too openly finding themselves in the crosshairs of dedicated anti-organised-crime units as well as the vigilantes! Yet while the crime rate in Metro had been brought under control by the latest administration to run city hall, the city still had it 's underbelly, the stripclubs, drug dealers and corruption which every large city had to deal with. Catherine Johnson had only ever wanted to put and end to that... and to make her city the kind of place where people felt safe, and where the sleaze and smut which plagued parts of other towns and cities were nothing but a nasty memory.