Bang! Crack! Screech! Pop! These are the sounds that interrupted me from playing with my cousin. My mind raced to see what exactly had happened. I run out of the house and to the courtyard. My cousins want me to come back in, they said zombies were walking the streets and that the government sent troops to kill them. I denied it, so I ran out to the street to see what happened. My heart pounded and my stomach grew anxious as the aroma of bacon and engine oil filled the air. As I grew closer to the scene, men shed blood from their eyes alike the woman. As I walked closer and cut through the crowd, a cold and simple wind had ripped the thoughts out of my head. It was a grieving mother over her son's body. His body fresh and mutilated from the crash. Shattered ribs and guts exposed. His head had exploded and his …show more content…
A streak of blackened blood led straight to his intact brain, still lying in the ditch, wet and drenched in oil. My mind went blank and instead of terrified, it grew in curiosity. This was the day that I came to a realization. My whole view of life had changed. I saw how fragile the human body is and how easily a person’s consciousness can be wisped away. I was granted the position of sergeant in the Civil Defense, a subdivision of the Dominican military. I have seen macabre things before, a man nearly stabbed to death, another beaten senseless, but no event came close to the intensity of this one. The coroner had arrived from the city. I was asked to assist him in the disposal of Popeye’s body. I was picked because I wasn’t afraid of the body. I was looked down upon, my family could not understand how a 14 year old boy
BANG, BOOM, BLAM,TAT-A-TAT, TAT. My ears are assaulted with noise, my eyes witness squirting blood a soldier is shot. I observe soldiers blown away by bombs. I see blood that saturates an infantry man. I view maimed men and observe limbs with fragmented bone. I witness militia dead on the ground. I listen to screams, grunts and gurgling blood in a man's windpipe. WHOOSH, flame throwers make a path with flames blazing burning men instantaneously. My eyes reveal the emotion that rips through my heart, tears drip down my cheek. I turn my head. I cannot watch a soldier cradle his buddy as he dies.
“Grrrraaaahhh” someone behind me yelled. I yelped loudly as I jumped and turned sharply around. There stood another zombie with a bright red mask who was also wearing a dark black cloak. But this zombie had a bloody axe in one hand causing me to scream very loudly. As I bolted in the opposite direction back out the entrance. I ran in between 2 of the arcade booths, then looked over my shoulder and sighed in relief as I realized this zombie hadn’t followed me.
On 8-9-2017 at about 0245 hrs I received a call, via my department issued cell phone, from the Auburn Police Department’s Record Department. The call was a pre-recorded message, which advised that I was being requested to responded to the Auburn Police Department as part of the Crime Scene Responds Team. I contacted the Auburn Records Department, who confirmed that I was being requested to responded to the departments as part of the crime scene unit.
What was my role in a mock trial? I was a juror on both days to be exact. My job was to take notes and listen to both sides of the case, the prosecution and the defense team. I thought that being a juror would be fun, but it’s really not. Its hard to judge somebody knowing that your decision would prove this person guilty or not guilty, and knowing that your decision will change this person’s life forever. This is what happens to a juror/ jury when they’re listening to a case and then have to decide on a verdict.
The second I stepped onto the campus, I knew that it was where I wanted to be and I felt like I was at home. The atmosphere felt friendly and family-like, the campus and the surrounding area was beautiful, academics are amazing, and the athletics and their facilities are great. The most appealing of these factors to me was the outstanding criminal justice program. This really caught my eye because my long-term goal after college is to work in the criminal justice field as a criminal investigator or a crime scene investigator. Not only does UNF have a great criminal justice program with outstanding professors that were, at one point, in the criminal justice field, but they also have great ties with the FBI and Jacksonville Sheriffs Office,
I entered the jury deliberation not guilty, and I left not guilty. I remained not guilty despite the pressure from my fellow jurors to “compromise” at a second degree murder verdict (which was not a compromise from my perspective at all) or to go all the way up to a first degree murder charge. I thought that this case was an easy “not guilty.” It definitely was not.
I have read the couse syllabous and have located as well as navigated the Atomic Learning folder. I am majoring in Criminal Justice. I completed the pretest 8/16. My hobbies are playing music, currently I am in the ICC Hard Bop Jazz Band, I am a SCUBA diver, and a motorcycle rider.
An orange, white, and brown color shot across my screen. I saw the blood, and I heard the screams of the countless people who had been visibly injured. I saw what one or two people could ruin countless people's lives. I could see people being carted into the ambulance, screaming and yelling that their legs had been blown off. Then I thought a horrible thing… I could have been killed or injured too. When I had heard of things on the news they seemed almost surreal. This would never happen to me, but now something had happened, so close to me. I would have been at that place that got bombed If Maya didn’t want to take a nap. I thought about how my life could be taken in an instant and I could do nothing to stop
Those blocks (block, block, block) in just plain gray (gray, gray, gray): the perfect surroundings to leave one's mind blank... or insane.
The faded voices of choir singers are muffled by a roaring explosion. The sounds from the crumbling building spread down the block. Worn-down bricks, knocked out from underneath each another. Shards of colored glass, shot into the air. Chucks of wood and rubbish litter the sidewalk. Thick smoke and fearful screams saturate the air. A mother’s worse nightmare.
“Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth? That morning, My brother’s was worth a pocket watch.” When people have their basic rights removed they all react differently, some fight, some do nothing and some find ways around it. My beliefs are that people should have the right to freedom of speech, freedom from unjustified arrest, no interference with privacy, home or family, the right to life liberty, and personal security, and freedom from mistreatment or torture.
When I was merely thirteen years old, my boyfriend never seemed to comprehend the word no. But I never seemed to comprehend that I was capable of leaving him and escaping the relationship that brought nothing but destruction and desolation to my life. Out of fear, I stayed. And I stayed. And I stayed. For three and a half years, I was unable to build up the courage to break away and live my own life the way I craved. For three and a half years, I felt so depressed and alone that I even considered ending my own life.
Guilty. I felt so guilty that day. The day I was embarrassed in front of my class. That day made me feel so guilty about what I did to her. Her name was June, the same name as mine. And what I did, I wish I could take back….forever. It was when I bullied her. I had made her feel the pain and sorrow I had felt. My life isn’t perfect, and me putting all the pain onto her made me feel gloomy. I felt like my family...rough and not caring about anyone. So now, I plan to make things right.
As we drove along the dark road, all I could think about was my cozy bed. All of a sudden there was a loud bang and Allan states, “Oh my God that was a gunshot.” I thought he was insane because I use the road we were on almost every day and nothing has ever happened. It wasn 't until his mother yelled, “Drive faster!”
As a child growing up; you are told to respect your elders, follow the rules, and be a kid. Some children, if not all, have some bumps in the road. Surely, most of us have rebelled at times; as a way to communicate to our parents. However, sometimes children’s actions can be a result of an accident, but deemed to be intentional. We all have had a time ,as children, when we were in trouble but it wasn’t our fault.