Violence In The Dumpster-Personal Narrative

AHHHHHH!!!!! His died, oh wait.....Hey I'm Miss. White, Boddy's housecleaner, And I'm going to tell you who murder Boddy on the night of Friday the 13th .Well first of all, I am from a small town in Canada. Also, I'm married to a retired body builder. I'm 37 years old and I have two kids one 18 and one 11.I have known Boddy for about 10-11 years. Also I work for Boddy almost every day.

It wasn’t long until summer, this being my last few days at this school. I really liked this school but mama said “Oh, you poor child we must go your father has just got promoted again.” I knew that was the end of that. Mama doesn’t like when I argue so I don’t. As my papa got home I said, “How was work.” He did not respond to that though so I took it like he did not have a good day. I thought to myself I wonder did he have a good day mama said he got promoted. As I walked into my room to change into my play clothes I heard my friends yell, “Dude you coming out?” I sighed, ”Yeah.” I darted down stairs and told mama that I would be back before dusk. I ran outside and a man came up to me and said, “Listen kid I’m goanna kill you if you don’t give that hat and that watch too, OR ELSE!” I started to run and he chased me to the city and of course I fell. The man grab me by the arm and said “if you eve-I cut him off “If I ever WHAT?” He punched me in the jaw and I laughed “A girl can hit harder than that!” For my smart mouth he did again this time my loose tooth came out and I told him “do it again might make ya feel better.” I finally out of his grip and when I got home I got in the shower and after I put my pajamas on. I woke up and got ready for school. I

The understanding of the concept of social of construction is in accepting that it is the social process of construction meaning to the things around us. We constructed meaning to those things around us through language and categorizing the world. For example, gender is a social construct in which we created two categories or two genders, male and female. We are put into one of these categories when we are born. Another example could be race, we are again, put into categories based off of our skin color. This social construct is what separates us further as a human from others alike. So what does it mean to say human violence is socially constructed? In understanding this we have to look at other words or language that have been created. Such as the world evil, or the word power. In knowing how these meanings are related to violence we can understand more what classifies as violence and even perhaps, what causes it.

It may surprise many student nurses that most horizontal violence in school and the workplace does not entail physical violence. New graduate nurses need an understanding of what horizontal violence is and have the skills to prepare them for the likelihood of being not just a victim of, but the perpetrator of this behavior. Intimidating behavior distracts from patient care and can ultimately place the patient at risk for harm. Recognizing the behaviors that are considered horizontal violence, showing respect for peers, and having the tools to intervene will foster positive working relationships and a safer patient environment.

In reading this book what stood out to me the most was how easy it can be to become a victim of violence. We would all like to think that this will never happen to us or that we would never allow for it to happen, but the reality is, it happens in so many forms and can be at the hands of the people we trust the most. This is where I realized one of the most common excuse for the abuse comes from manipulation.

Violence is not the answer for resolving your problems. Violence can be saved in abounding ways, but they can also end in tragic manners. Violence can cause wounds, injuries, and as well deaths. Consequently, many suffer in pain as you carry the burden of having killed someone.

That day still haunts me. It was only my second month as a police officer. I remember the day time sky fading into the dark starry night sky. I flipped on my lights and that when the call came in. It was a 10-40, which means there was a murder. My heart started racing and the adrenaline started flowing through my body. Flipping my lights one I start racing to the scene. Living in Chicago murders were common, but this was my first time responding to a call like this. Getting closer to the park- where the body was- I slowed down and pulled into the park. As soon as I got out of the car this dewiness just took over me. Something felt extremely off. Taking in my surrounding I notice the body it was laying underneath a slide, somewhat hidden under

It was the epitome of a catastrophic injury. After arriving at the hospital my ankle was reset and I was discharged later that day with corrective surgery a few days later. The surgery went off without a hitch, but I wouldn’t be able to run, jump, or even walk on my own for the next three months. Despite this colossal setback, I crutched back to school the following week. On my third or so day back, I was called down to the principal's office, because I had missed several days of school in a row (I wonder why?). Regardless, after I showed up hobbling into his office, the reason for my absences became clear. Then he wanted to go over my grades, to make sure that I wouldn’t fall too far behind. When he pulled them up, he was surprised to see that I was still getting top marks, and did not have a single missing assignment. This was not by error, because, even in my drug induced half conscious state, I had diligently e-mailed my teachers and completed all of the school work that I had missed, never missing a step

I moved to south east corner of Georgia in little ole Waycross. You probably don't know where that is but imagine dirt roads, mud, bad weather, and alligators and that's where i moved to. I was enrolled in Williams Heights Elementary School and placed in Mrs. Rodgers class but my trouble making days weren't over. I always was messing with my teacher by erasing what she had written on the board or just being defiant. I was so bad that one day i decided to start a food fight in lunch by launching milk cartons like mortars. This sparked the immediate retaliation of the opposing table and since i threw the first milk carton i was the one who got in trouble. When I went to the Principal's office the principal said

I felt someone rubbing my arm softly. When I opened my eyes, I was on the couch with… Katy was snuggled up against me and held my arm in place as I tried to move it from cradling her. Oh, but the man’s deep harsh voice that now rattled my brain had me frozen in place and in pain. Katy covered most of my face being in front of me as we spooned, but I could see (who had to be her dad) on the wall size TV looking at the two of us huddled closely together.

On the streets of Chicago gang violence is common. 72% of people who die are murdered. Children everyday are affected by this atrocity. Schools are filled with drugs and violence. This was the everyday life of me, Jazmine Harper. My 18 year old brother Demaris was in a gang, the Reds. My mother was a construction worker and my dad left me the day I was born. My family lived in Riverdale, one of the most dangerous neighborhoods in Chicago. Things haven’t really changed since I left.

There had been a few events throughout my lifetime when I was little and had me feeling mentally most of the time since I was young. One of those that occurred when I was living in Stockton, Gang members would come up to me and try to convince me to join their gang and stuff I didn't really know that much of gang activity back then I mean i seen some gang getting in fights or doing drive by shooting down my street I didn't really like the violence. One time I got moved to this one School I didn't really like it to be honest I kept it real with some people that was cool with me all the rest I didn't like, there was a group of kids that was in a gang that me and my boys didn't like one time I went to the bathroom and all of them came in together and jumped me… That's when I started hanging out with my boys that gang bang because I knew they were going to be the only ones to get my back for me plus they were like family to me and one time we found them hanging out so me and my boys were ready to fight them so we did, It felt good getting them back for jumping me till my boys started coming up and started bring out weapons that's when I was like thinking I should stop hanging out with them because I can see myself later on going to jail for weapons charges, Drug possession, assault and battery.

The next school day, I was brought into the principal’s office along with my parents and after in depth discussion I was told I could not attend that school anymore, that I was expelled. This was not only a shock to me, but my parents as well. I looked over and saw my mom crying and it made me start to tear up as well. I realized that I had let my family down, my friends down, and those who believed in me down. I wanted a change, and I knew I needed to get my anger under control and regain my

Whilst taking out my trash this morning, a puppy shows up at my front door yelping at me. Astonished as I was I could feel my heart literally melting at the sight of this puppy because she was the cutest puppy ever with her beautiful jewel-green eyes. I drop my trash bag and bend towards her. My hand digs into her fur, Her fur is soft and velvety. I carry her in my arms and swing her a bit before it dawned on me that I hadn’t checked the collar. Looking down my hall I see no owner, instead I find a note saying “I am here for your PURPLE DINOSAURS”. This didn’t make sense to me so I quickly carried her inside and disposed of my trash bag.

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.