Personal Narrative: The Status Of My Asylum

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

It was a gray day. Unable to pierce the layers of powdery black skies along with the fog, the sun did not shine. The thick mist that was not really rain, and not really fog covered the southeastern corner of New Jersey. Just like most days in the area surrounding the Overbrook Asylum, it was daunting. On the outside, Overbrook was a welcoming place, as far as sanatoriums go, where patients were treated with care along with respect; the inside was very different. Hired on at the asylum as a nurse in May of 1910, I commenced my duties and was eager to be able to lend a helping hand to the people in need. What made people tick or to what made people think the way they did had always interested me. The hospital provided me a living area for

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

In the past, there was freedom to speak or oppose the Ethiopian government. For instance, people were allowed to protest in front of the government offices. Moreover, there was a right to own private property for religious purpose. For example, any Ethiopian could build a mosque or a church and let people pray in it. However, the Ethiopian political situation is very different now. There is not freedom of speech. If anyone speaks about the Ethiopian government problems in front of the government agents, he or she will arrest. For example, in August 2016, my brother in-law, Teha, was talking about current Ethiopian government complications with his friend in his store, and a government agent heard him. Immediately, 4 police came to his store and arrested him for 3 months. Furthermore, there is not a right to own private property for religious purpose now. All mosques are controlled by government. If someone needs to build a religious place, the leaders or the imams have to be the regime members. The Ethiopian political situation become poorest

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.

In Cage 15, there was a bald eagle. Regal and upright, imperial and intimidating, it stood on a log, paying me no heed as I scribbled adjectives. A sign beside on the wooden cage beside the barred window called her Spirit and informed the reader why she had been committed to the asylum. She’d dislocated her left wing in 1989.

The jails were a different experience for me. They were a lot different then what I expected. I didn’t expect to see a ATM in a jail. It was a cool experience. The jails staff was nice people. The Huntington jail was more advance. The sizes were different. The jails were a lot different then what I expected it to be like.

Overall, I am a work in progress that continues to enhance in my basic and advanced skills day by day. I believed I am getting better and I will continue to practice until I am a master piece. Honestly, I feel comfortable entering the counseling field after learning many techniques and tools that will help me grow as a counselor.

The minister is currently looking for a new place for the church to be located in. He shared, "I found several places near my house, one was 10 minutes away from the current church location by car."The minister has been searching for 2 months diligently for this new home for the body of believers in Denver. Pastor Thomas will be registered soon at OU, but currently he isn't. "Now things are quite busy here. I will pray about that, and when My co-worker returns from Dover for Kbers training, I will have more help at the church." Shared the Pastor.

It all started my senior year of high School, we knew this season would be rough considering we lost eight seniors on the varsity basketball team. Five of which all started every game of the year. We knew we had a tough road ahead of us but looking back we never realized just how tough it was going to be. There were three seniors going into the 2016 girls’ varsity basketball season including me. And only one returning varsity player that wasn’t a senior. We ended up with me as the only starting senior, a junior, two sophomores’, and a freshman. The other teams probably thought our coach was crazy to say the least.

Though my coffers are penniless, my mind is rich with mythology but alas, into reality I

Many people do not listen to ideas of a young person. They are thinking that he or she does not understand. Even, I sometimes have done this with younger kids. Many people equate youth with immaturity. Which is sometimes true but is not always true. This is somewhat similar, but not as severe. He is just another adult that thinks young people are all the same. Age is a big problem with its stereotypes and could be a "cage" with either being too old or too young.

Fortunately, my family moved to a refugee camp on the Thai border in 2006, and there was plenty of libraries in the refugee camp. I was fifteen at that time and I started to read all kind of books from the libraries. There were many translated books from the western countries. I started to read about, marriage, family, sex and many other social knowledge books. Since than most of my belief were changed. I started to get along with the opposite sex students, and I started to date. However, I followed my culture practice in my dating in order to avoid unwanted teenage pregnancy. There was no kissing or touching in my dating. I would study together with my boyfriend, visit our friend’s houses, and eating out together. Having a boyfriend was always

Have you ever thought about what your life might be like in another country? Other countries might be just a few hours away on a plane but people there have a totally different way of living. Take Refugees, for instance, you probably don't realize how bad they have it. Well, get ready because I am going to tell you. How different can my live be from a refugee?

If a government wants to collect evidence on a person in another country, it is customary for it to make a formal legal request to other governments through a process like the Mutual Legal Assistance Treaties. Ethiopia appears to have sidestepped all of that. International norms would suggest a formal démarche to Ethiopia from the governments whose citizens it monitored without permission, but that may happen quietly if at all.