Becoming A Police Officer Scholarship Essay

I first became interested with the idea of becoming a Special Forces Warrant Officer during my seventh deployment. At the time I had served in the army for almost 14 years, 10 of which were in Special Operations. I was originally assigned to the infantry where I excelled in all my training and leadership courses. This drove me to push myself further and try out for the Special Forces, eventually being assigned to my first Operational Detachment in November 2004. While I have thoroughly enjoyed and excelled as a Special Forces Medical Sergeant, I feel there is more room for growth in my career and am looking forward to my next challenge.

Walking into the doors of Delaware County Community College the 1st day of my freshman year, I did not think I would be where I’m at now. I was so cocky towards school, thinking I could slide through college classes just as easy like I did with highschool, Boy, I was wrong. I started skipping classes, not turning in my work on time, and honestly not giving school the best of my ability. Even out of school I was off course, I got my licence right at the beginning of the semester so I was out until 12 every night, sometimes even later. Most of those nights, I didn't even sleep at home. The fact I wasn’t a child anymore and I was in college, I wanted freedom without the responsibility. I actually took INT during my first semester but I didn't take it seriously.

Growing up is exciting and very scary. Being young is fun while it last but eventually everyone has to grow and go in to the working field. Law enforcement has been a big topic whether it be bad or good things said the law enforcement is always brought up. When I was young I took a fast interest in business. The moment I decided I wanted to be a cop was when I met my dad’s best friend that was a cop, and businessman. All any person wants in a career is to make a decent living and do something that they enjoy doing. I’ve always enjoyed helping people that needed help, the Kansas career pipeline let me take some surveys and showed me that I enjoy helping people more than I enjoy building myself something, which I believe that is true.

Purposely messing up at the 5th grade spelling bee because I didn’t want to be the smart brown kid. The worry or how I will be seen by others since 5th grade, has held me back from my ambitions and potential. The pattern academic failure lasted all the way until this past year. Last year I was a freshman at Saint Louis University, I was kicked out because I had a GPA of .27. I couldn’t tell my parents that so I pretended like I didn’t receive that letter and moved back in the start of my sophomore year, this past fall, and tried to petition. My petition was denied; I was given a 3 day move out notice with nowhere to go. I packed my bags, headed to a train station and was homeless for 3 days so I slept at a train station. An elderly white couple, who had “adopted” me as their grandchild when I was born was who I decided to reach out to. They offered me to live with them in Arizona but encouraged me to go home. I sent a text at 4:00am and took a train to come to a home where I wasn’t looked at, talked to, or valued. After being academically dismissed from Saint Louis University, I woke up to adulthood. My parents were very disappointed in me and they couldn't even look at

Nine years ago, I never could have imagined I’d be writing this essay. I was a senior in high school, and, like the rest of my classmates, I was apprehensive about the future. Unlike my classmates, I felt like I had missed the proverbial “you need to get your life together” message. I watched my classmates apply to colleges, their majors already decided and their future careers mapped out. While I was an above average student, I felt I lacked the decisiveness my classmates seemed to have. I did not feel passionate about a career or even a field of study. I felt defective. This was compounded by the financial strain I knew attending college would have on my family. It seemed wasteful to try to “find my passion” at school while squandering

At Dodge City High School I was in many activities such as The Pride of Southwest Kansas, varsity tennis, drill team, enriched learning, and many other honors classes, I was even the president of the decoration committee my junior year. After my sophomore year I added another egg to my basket, and was hired at my first job. With my first job I helped my mom by getting my own phone, paying for the bill, and buying my own items and necessities. But with all these activities and work, I started to get tired, but more than anything, I got lazy, and careless. I started to spend more time procrastinating and doing things last minute. I started showing up late to class which led to not even showing up at all. At this point in my life, everything was going down hill. I got dismissed from drill team, I went from first chair in the band, to dead last, and my grades reflected my attendance. I pushed everything to the side and blamed it on “senioritis”. I thought I was doing everything right and I did what I wanted, but it wasn't until I got called down to the office for a meeting, that I realized that I was putting to shame every effort and all the time my mom spent on raising

I am the product of divorced parents, who struggled with substance abuse, but that does not define me. My childhood consisted of poverty-stricken environments; however, I refused to let that dictate the outcome of my life. At the age of ten, I had to assume the role of a fatherly figure to my three siblings, so I missed out on the conventional childhood most would have had. I grew up in east Bakersfield where substance abuse, gangs and criminal acts of violence were a pervasive occurrence, and I resiliently avoided the peer pressures to conform to their way of life. From the ages of 11 to 15, I would work for my grandfather at the local swap meet on the weekends so that I could help my mother make ends meet. I received my worker 's permit at the age of 15, which elevated my ability to help my mother financially as now I earned a set wage. I worked the maximum hours allowed as a minor while balancing my academics and extracurricular school activities at school. Although faced with much adversity early on in life, I managed to be a scholar triathlete in high school and was accepted to California State University, Bakersfield after graduating from Foothill High. I was determined and excited to be the first college graduate in my family, as I understood the economic importance of this achievement. Sadly, after my freshman year of attending the university, I had to put my educational endeavors on hold to assist my mother and siblings further financially.

An American police officer must be able to protect the public as they have sworn under oath to serve and protect. American police officers train through many different types of conditions that they must experience and be able to tolerate, officers should be in great shape at all times. When a civilian sees a police officer out in public on the streets, they are seen as a representation of an entire police force. If they do not continue to keep physically healthy they will not be able to handle many situations such as chasing down a suspect on foot, or able to restrain a criminal. Officers not keeping up with their physical fitness negatively affect their personal health and their ability to guarantee the safety of themselves, their family, their fellow officers, and the public they have sworn to protect.

When I joined my local police departments explorer post in January 2017, I knew nothing about policing. I was quiet, kept to myself, and knew nothing about policing tactics. But, I gave it a shot, and it was the best decision I have ever made. After being in the program for about 3 months, I decided this is what i want to do as a career. Since that moment just over 1 year ago, I have prided myself on learning the most I possibly can and taking advantage of every second of every meeting in preparation for my eventual career in law enforcement.

The core values of honesty, integrity, respect, fairness & compassion and courage are at the top my personal and family values. The importance of honesty and integrity prompted me to join the academic and non-academic misconduct board at Mount Royal University. In my current part time position of a Loss Prevention Officer at Calgary Coop, I am demonstrating respect, fairness and compassion with the shoplifters and unruly customers that I have to deal with on a regular basis, many of these individuals can be suffering from mental health, addiction, poverty and other serious issues.

For as long as I can remember I have wanted to be a police officer. I’m sure, as a little boy, what first caught my attention were the flashing lights and sirens on the police cars. It could have also been then the facts that police officer were permitted to carry a gun and had the ability to run red lights. This is why as I grew up and played games like cops and robbers, I was always the police officer. During my teenage years, I later joined the police explorer program and really started to learn about police work. That’s when I

I am writing to submit my interest for the Police Sergeant position open within the Patrol Division. As you are aware I was hired on with our department in 2010 as a Patrolman. During my time in this position I have had the opportunity to work each shift and gained experience dealing with a multitude of diverse situations. By gaining this experience, it has given me the ability to use good judgment and have empathy and compassion for those situations I encounter.

I slammed the door and sat on top of the table so I could see what could happen. I decided to call my parents to tell them what was going on but no one answered. Then I decided to call my neighbor to see if anything was happening to her house. Hands shaking, I picked up the phone and called her number. It was silent except the ringing sound in my ear. “Hello” I heard a soft voice. “Hey are you home?” I said panicking in a worried tone. “Yeah why?” “Strange things are happening over here , is your power out?” “No, do you want to come over?” And then it happened. The lights started flashing on and off, creepy clowns with big red noses and pale white faces pounding on the windows, and ugly monsters stomping in the door. This time I screamed so loud that you could hear me from across the world. I was running as fast as I could to find a hiding place, and like a miracle, I found an empty cabinet just my size. I squeezed my body in just enough for the door to shut. “Hello. Are you there?” I heard from my hand. I looked down and realized my phone

I will start my story off in high school. I am an average Joe. I don’t do anything extraordinary. At that time of my life, my ideal way of spending a day is to be at home tucked under my bed. I felt like school was just a thing I was obligated to do, so I never took it seriously. Being a kid was the only thing that I knew how to do, and adulthood had never once pop into my mind. It was finally senior year of high school. I was surrounded by friends who were going to 4 year colleges or military, and I was the only few who were going to a local community college. I was told by many teachers, friends and family that there wasn’t anything to be ashamed of because I had chosen to attend a community college. At that point of my life, I knew I cheated myself because I never fully took advantage of my full potential. The only thing that made it worst was that I went to college not knowing that I wanted to do as a career. Not knowing what I wanted to do felt like a black hole in the back of my mind, but I was still too naive to realize.

Life is a journey and I wasted part of it. My freshmen year I was thinking the same thing that the vast majority of other high school students were, “When does school end?” This attitude, where I prioritized personal entertainment and immediate satisfaction as a priority over the hypothetical bump in the road that I chose to ignore, is what led me to get a ~2.3 GPA my freshman and sophomore year. I spent my after school hours spending as much time playing video games as I could and trying to put in as little effort as I could into school while still getting a grade that would not completely disappoint my family. According to source 1, “about 25% of freshmen fail to graduate high school on time.” I was on that path. During my summer after sophomore year, I decided to start looking into colleges and what requirements they had to enroll, and I was shocked at what I found. I found that in my position I would not enroll in the large majority of the universities that peaked my interests. It was this sudden realization that hit me, like a tsunami of life crashing down on me, making me realize that I was wasting my potential and making things more difficult for myself. I had always been so wrapped up in the quests that were made for me in the games that I played, that I became heedless to the most epic quest of all, such being the quest of life. I believe that my realization that my future depends upon the decisions I make, what I wanted from my future, and how close it really is