I am Cadet Captain Mejia and I have been in JROTC my whole high school career (4 years). It has been a crazy 4 years, from being cadet of the month my freshmen year to being color guard commander my senior year. JROTC has been a roller coaster for me, I loved JROTC my freshmen year. I did everything my first year in JROTC, I was in color guard, drill team, unarmed drill team, and raiders team! I did almost all color guard performances.
After hours of calling and not getting responses, I start to try different things. One of the different things includes importantly moving. Previous to hunting, I scouted a few large oak trees where I was sure that there would be plentiful toms eating acorns that have fallen from the trees, so I make my way to one of them. The location I settle at is a narrow field about 5 acres long and an acre or 2 wide, with another thin tree line separating a swamp and the alfalfa field I'm in. I quickly spot out a good broken off tree crown from an oak that would surely hide me from being spotted by a tom.
On Sunday, 01/24/2016, at approximately 20:18 hours, Jackson County dispatch received a 9-1-1 call from a Brittany R. Smith (F/W, DOB: 12/26/1991) reporting a domestic disturbance at 209 N. Walnut St. Desoto, IL 62924. Sergeant Ken Lindsey #2406 and Deputy Brandon Crain #3415 were dispatched. I, Deputy Stacy Stark #1815, responded to the scene as well. I arrived on scene at 20:21 hours.
As I am quickly approaching the end of my senior, I am looking back at how far I have come since freshman year and everything that Henley High School has helped me accomplish in my life. In preparation for the life that every senior must experience after school, the senior capstone project was put in place to help seniors find out what they would suit them as career and give them some of the necessary tools in achieving that. Part of the capstone was earning service hours at a non profit organization, that can go on a resume. With serving came a facilitator, who guides one’s service, and also the challenges and success of the service itself. To Provide help on future careers, Henley High School also provided an opportunity to take the CIS test
Per Reporter: “I would like a welfare check completed for my daughter Lucille. I contacted the police department and they ask that I call you for a welfare check. My ex-wife and I share joint custody of our daughter Lucille.
It took them a whole month before i could go before a judge. I was sitting in my cell waiting for the correctional officer to come get me. I was ready to be outside these damn walls. Being here for over a month was killing me, I was missing out on my money and I haven't been getting no pussy. I mean there was some correctional officers that liked fucking inmates, but I didn’t feel right stepping out on Carmen
Left It All Out On The Field This quote is from the daily record, mentioning me after the Smithville football game. “As much as he tried to fight it, Chippewa’s Jake Hall couldn 't control his emotions. Like many of his teammates, the senior linebacker left just about everything he had in him on the field friday night in a 23-20 overtime win at Smithville in Wayne County Athletic league play”. This was by far my best game of my senior year football season.
“THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!” I could hear my heart racing at what felt like 1,000 beats every minute that had passed. My stomach felt like it was tied up in knots as I was dripping with sweat from my head to my toes.
In the wake of looking into the few changed callings in the arrangement of slides and checking on how each of them are dressed I conclude accept they are all dressed professionally. I felt comparable each photograph communicated demonstrable skill. With each diverse vocation field, they appeared to dress properly. They appeared to convey themselves professionally too. I accept that in the event that anybody in these callings did as they did again there wouldn 't be any issues with unprofessionalism in the working environment.
This is a fun, exciting, and cheerful game. It has bunches of people watching others. It makes me feel good when I walk up to the plate. I always feel like I’m at home when I step onto the field. I play my position and have fun doing it.
My mother, Diane Smith, is the subject of my interview and her journey to begin a career in Law Enforcement. When she was 18 years old, she moved from West Jefferson to Wilkes County to begin her college years at Wilkes Community College. Diane lived in an apartment with her best friend and roommate, Nancy Childers. Nancy worked part time at KFC and Diane worked part time at Blue Ridge Opportunity Commission as an office assistant. One afternoon, when Diane got off work at her office job, she drove to KFC to see Nancy.
For my Diverse Field Experience this semester, I spent fifteen hours at the Mclean County Juvenile Detention Center. This particular center was occupied by about 8-14 juveniles at a time, all depending on court dates and occupancy of other nearby detention centers. This center usually had 3 staff members working the shift every time I went, which was seven to nine on weekday afternoons. I was intrigued to go to at this time because I thought it would be the time of the day were the juveniles had no school work or other obligations to do while I was there. I wanted to see what they liked to do in the free time before bed, the only stipulation being mandatory snack time at eight pm.
Professionally Not Professional Young people may be so naïve that they believe that it is professionally okay to send out an email to other professionals that uses slang, bad grammar, or misspelling within it. John Rumery, presenter of “Stop Talking. Start Writing. Get Moving;” told a room of young college students that if they are hoping to seek professional work after college, then they need to have great writing, analytical, and social skills.
Capture the flag “Start!” The gym teacher yelled. All the runners to each side trying to get the others team's flag first. One after another everyone was getting tagged. So I scooted along the cold gym wall trying not to get seen.
Two! Four! Six! Eight! Who do we appreciate?
