Personal Narrative: You Have The Right To Stay Silent

My plan in life is to become a Police Officer. Not only would that give me the opportunity to help other people

“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do can and will be held against you in

During my ride along with Officer McNairy of the Castle Rock Police department we had two cases of harassment, one welfare case, and one traffic violation that we worked on. Both harassment cases were easy enough, as was the traffic violation which we let go with just a warning. Welfare cases don’t normally go to police officers to manage, but on the day of my ride along one was. I had a very good time during my ride along and will probably do more in the future.

As a child, I always wanted a career enforcing the law. Weather it was with the police department or criminal justice was undecided at that time. As I grew older I pulled more to the fence of criminal justice. Simply because I do not like the way the system is set up.

I'm turning 18 soon and I want to clarify my freedoms if I'm going to continue living with my parents. I'm afraid they'll continue to restrict me like they have for the past 17 years. If I'm living under their roof, are they allowed to tell me that I can't go out? Living there is a generosity, so legally, I don't think they can hold me from going out, but they could not let me back in (which they'd never do, but it's always possible). And for house rules, I completely understand taking out the trash, doing the dishes, but do they really have that much power over me that they can set a bed time. This may be a sit-down-and-talk-about-it-issue with my parents, but legally is this possible? And lastly, my dad said he would give me his old car which

In this life everyone in the world has opportunities, especially people from United States. In this country everyone is able to find financial help, either from the government or organizations, for education (Scholarships, FAFSA), and for health (Obama care, financial assistance). Sadly, some people are lazy or they just can’t get the help.

Becoming a Police Officer has been my dream for as long as I can remember. As a kid, I always wanted to see what was going on when the flashing lights and sirens raced past my house. As I grew up, I realized I possessed a strong desire to help others and to become someone who served my community in a way that would make my family and me proud. My desire from a very young age to become a Police Officer has influenced choices and decisions I have made and contributed significantly toward shaping me into the person I am now.

My main goal in life is to work in a detention center for juveniles and move up throughout this field. The reason why is because I love being a role model for the younger generation. If I do not feel comfortable in that field or work I would want to be a correctional officer. I would try this out for the fact of the thrill of the job seeing how people act in certain environments and learn how the prisons work. Lastly my short term goal would be to be a police officer just too still is in the field of work.

My need for exemption falls on the financial disability my family and I will face if I were to dorm at Cal Poly Pomona. My mom does not have a permanent or stable job to rely on because she babysits on an irregular basis, which is why she can’t present her taxes to demonstrate her income. I also have a 7 year old brother whom I help with homework and any school related activity because of the language barrier between my mom and his education. I translate any information that my mom needs to know and help my brother understand his work when he is having difficulty. I would gladly like to dorm on campus because I think it is a great way to become more involved in school activities and network with other people, but due to my economic status I

Originally I had planned to go to Waldorf University and major in criminal justice to become a police officer. I saw many two faced/unreasonable officers throughout my years of growing up that I wanted to do something different. I remember hearing about the cases on tv and thinking, hey, I can make a difference. I wanted to become a police officer to show people that not

With each step I took, I could hear my footsteps echo so I ended up calling it the Echo Chamber, I glanced over my shoulder towards the right to see a set of stairs, turning around and walking back over to the entrance I glanced both to my left and right to see both set of stairs really. Pulling out my gun from my right thigh holster I checked the magazine cartridge to see I was still good on bullets, pushing the magazine cartridges up, I checked my gunblade’s bullets which was good as

Reserved. That’s the word that describes me the most. It’s ironic when you really think about it because to the people I know really well, I’m far from reserved. However, since we’re in the context of college, people here would probably describe me as reserved. I remember the day like it yesterday. Like every other traumatic school story ever told, mine took place during middle school. To make this into short tale, a boy in my class had entire group of kids call me ugly. I didn’t care about my looks back in middle school; however, his callous actions opened my eyes, that day, to the spontaneous cruelty of life. I did nothing, to my knowledge, to warrant that attack, but that didn’t matter to him. On the outside, I seemed fine, however, I was

Ever since the age of two, when asked what I would like to be my response was a cop. When asked why, my response was to help people like my father. Regardless, of the sport I was participating in or the activity that captivated my interest; becoming a cop was always my forefront, my goal. I wish I had a police encounter story, where my life was changed and it inspired me to want to be a cop, but this is a drive I was born with.

When I was 7 years old my friends and I were playing cops and robbers at recess, and I thought being a cop was really cool. So whenever my teachers asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said a cop. I also wanted to be a cop because my mom watched this show called cops, and when I was younger it was a really cool show, but now I don’t like it.

As a teacher, there are many ways for me to breach my previous ‘hidden contract.’ I could do this by removing my teaching limitations placed by my former, worn-out contract, and teach students beyond what is required to simply receive an ‘A’ on the upcoming exam, because either way, I’m still expecting students to learn the way I want them to. Also, instead of teaching students about the fixed fundamentals and unchallengeable laws that I have helped to place, now, I will force them to question these principles by asking ‘how?,’ in order to discover the ‘true,’ in-depth significance of these concepts that shape science and the structure of our society that I have also previously placed. Thirdly, I will continue to subjugate students to ask questions,