The Incident Of The Guards

There was a particular Friday in February the year I was in the third grade that had me out in the snow a little bit longer than I had intended. The bus ride home was prolonged due to all of the ice on the roads and I was pretty anxious to get inside where I knew there would be a set of warm pajamas waiting for me. When I finally reached my stop, unfortunately the last one on the route, I ran as fast as my snow boot clad feet could take me. However when I arrived at the front door of my home there didn't seem to be anyone there who wanted to let me in. I knocked and knocked but there was never an answer. Determined to get inside and somewhat in denial that this was happening to me, someone who just wanted to get to a nice mug of hot chocolate, I started my way to the back door.

My imagination took over my sense of reason because I thought someone was outside as i was home alone but in reality it was my little sister outside knocking. It was on Friday night all of my family went to my aunt’s house around 7pm. I was doing my homework in the living room and the only noise that was in the house my music but it was very low and i was finishing up my homework i kept hearing banging noises. At this point my

(quietly) "You're going to stay here" "You're going to stay here and see it through with the rest of us" "If you went, I'd have you shot- for deserting" A menacing character is brought out here who is emotionless.

Without a plan, a mission was just another fairytale. So far, the biggest and most important event was the attempt to try and figure out who this third group was.

Ashley Smith was born in Moncton, New Brunswick, and adopted when she was just a little girl. However, at the age of 13, she became very troubled and rebellious, constantly receiving suspensions at school for her impulsive behaviour, which even landed her in youth court several times. At age 15, Smith was convicted and sentenced to one-month incarceration at New Brunswick Youth Centre for throwing crab-apples at a postal worker. Within a few weeks of her sentence, Smith became aggressive towards the correctional staff and repeatedly destroyed her segregation cell. Her behavioral issues didn’t stop there, for instance, at times she threw urine and faecal matter at the guards. Due to Smith’s resistance, self-injurious behavior, and aggression towards the correctional guards, she accumulated several institutional infractions, which added 6-years to her original sentence of a month (DiManno 2012).

I walked into our apartment to decide what I was going to do.  I sat on my squeaky old, dusty bed with outdated floral patterns. I kept thinking if I should tell them or not.  I finally decided not to.  It would stress them out and probably wouldn’t let me go either. I waited till after my family all were asleep and then I went out.  I walked down the same creepy staircase as before.

On Wednesday, October 1, 2014 District of Columbia Police say they responded to a shots fired call at about 7:20 pm on Tuesday, September 30, 2014 in the 1400 block of Downing Street in Northeast, District of Columbia. Police say, thirteen year old, Tyrin Caldwell died after being shot while he and his fourteen year old best friend, who remains unnamed, played with a handgun that police later found to be unregistered. The boys had emptied the gun of the magazine cartridge and where playing with what they thought was an unloaded handgun; however the two teens made the fatal mistake of not checking the chamber of that gun, where there was a bullet still in it. That bullet, still in the gun, discharged while in the hands of Caldwell’s best friend. The bullet entered Caldwell’s armpit and traveled through his body and lodged himself into a dangerous area between his heart and lungs. Caldwell later died that evening during surgery. Caldwell’s family was devastated by their tragic loss. When asked, his father said he hopes police do no press charges on Caldwell’s 14-year old best friend because they both made the mistake of playing with this unregistered handgun. Though this is quite a noble stand made by Caldwell’s father, someone should be held accountable for the premature death of this young boy. I believe all states should have stronger gun control laws so that firearms do not wind up in the wrong hands, such as children, irresponsible adults, the mentally ill, and criminals.

There were six fire trucks in my driveway from all different townships. We ended up having to park down the street in my neighbors yard. My dogs were at Kevin’s house for the time being. I noticed my parents were already outside, so I went up to them. The flames were mostly gone by the time I had showed up and they were trying to get things cooled down and cleaned up from all the sludge that had become of it. My grandparents got out to see how everything was going, and then hours later, when the firefighters had declared it safe enough, my family and I went into the house we had all spent ten years of our life in. The house I walked into was one I did not recognize. Everything was out of place and soaking wet from all the water they had to use to put out the fire. Even the items that weren’t burnt were still damaged from either the smoke or all the water. Luckily, my door had been closed to my room, which had saved some things. Unluckily, most of my personal possessions were ruined. My clothes, my journals I had kept up with, and most of the things I held dear to me were gone in a

I was distracted looking at a bird that could do tricks like pulling your fortune out of a stack of paper. And I didn’t notice that my family had already left me and later I was freaking out. I started crying told someone that I lost my family. The person told me to stay calm and stay there but I couldn’t. I end up walking til I see a police officer I tell him what happened and he takes me to where the police are set up. He says if I know my families phone number I said “kind of”, we call the number and thankfully

I woke up the next morning not remembering what happened the day before. I forgot where I was, who I was with and why I was here. I got up from my new bed, went into the bathroom and took a shower. Immediately after I got out, I hear “Elizabeth get down here now!” being screamed from the kitchen. I had no idea why I was being screamed at so I quickly got dressed, brushed my long blonde hair that went down to my waist to avoid knots in my hair, and ran downstairs, not wanting to upset my new foster parents. Walking into the kitchen, I see everyone in the family eating at the table, assuming I was the last person

In the book NewJack: Guarding Sing Sing, the book discussed the life of a guard. Most people feel that the guards are bad guys in the criminal justice system and with the politics of the criminal justice systems there are many assumptions of the way in which the stereotype of prison guard’s life should be. The author Ted Conover explains first hand on the experiences behind the scenes that many guards experiences throughout their careers that is an untold story of the truth in the prison system. Conover was curious about the subculture of the prison guards’ duties and wanted to know the truth about if the assumptions that most have about the prison guards is truthful. Conover entered the Academy with many other young men and a few women who wanted good jobs with security. The training was modeled after boot camp for the military. Those who had been in the military fared better than those who had not been so initiated. Once Conover crossed the training hurdle, he was tossed over to Sing Sing for his first assignment.

I tumble down the stairs shrieking when I hit each step. The stairs are a spiraled staircase so my head was hitting the metal rails as well. I finally reached the bottom. When I woke up I saw nobody, I couldn’t even see. I started freaking out. Then I felt a little pinching sensation at my calf then suddenly I fell back asleep. I woke up to hear that my wife had a baby.

The time on the clock was 4:30 when the doorbell rang, fifteen minutes early. My three teamates were extremely anxious to get to the Center. I opened the front door and to my

Companies in today’s society are often required to abide by an abundant amount of rules and regulations imposed upon them which stem from government and law enforcement authority. In analyzing the Case of “The Reluctant Security Guard” we will examine the decision making process which led to David Tuff effectively ‘whistle blowing’ for what he felt was the right thing to do.

Around three o’clock, my mom and sister came running into the house through the front door. This may sound normal but my family always came in through the garage, unless we were in a hurry. My mom woke me up while my sister repeated something that I could not decipher. It took a couple minutes for my brain to register what she had said.