On 06-05-2016 at 1143 hours I was dispatched to 2525 Barron Road in reference to a subject in the road yelling. Upon my arrival in the area I located Danny Wilson in the back yard of 2525 Barron Road spraying himself with a water hose. Wilson was acting irate and appeared to be under the influence of narcotics. Wilson was asked multiple times what kind of drugs he had used and he advised marijuana and methamphetamine. Wilson was complaining it was extremely hot and was spraying himself with water and was advising people where chading him.
In summary, on 09/21/15 at 0418 hours I was patrolling the area of 1600 S. Laramie Ave., at which time I observed a male subject with a youthful appearance walking northbound 16th Street. I made contact with the subject, at which time he identified himself as (Rosas, Alexis DOB 04/21/97). While speaking with Rosas, I detected a strong odor of fresh cannabis emanating from his person. Rosas related he had some cannabis in his sweater pocket. I recovered a silver box containing a green leafy substance from Rosas ' right sweater pocket.
When I made a lucky catch, I learned what carelessness could cost you. I was around seven years old at the time, and I played baseball for Lakeview Playground. It was my first year of playing hardball, and like everyone else, I had no knowledge of what was happening. Our team name was the “Grey Sharks,” only because our jerseys were
“Yes…” he said in a low mood “Yes, I’m okay” “You need to get some rest” Paul said “tomorrow is our assembly and first day as warriors!” Edward stays quiet, sitting on the sofa and looking at the floor. Peter preoccupied said: “well see you tomorrow bro” and then he teleported.
The “hood” is often what downtown, Elizabeth NJ is labeled as. Children like me are doubted as many people seem to believe we will just become another statistic. My background has motivated to strive for success, proving those with agnosticism wrong. Seeing bodies strung out on the corner or laying on the sidewalk is a part of my everyday life. I’m not ashamed of where I come from as it has made me who I am today.
Montreat, North Carolina is a Presbyterian Youth Conference located in Black Mountain. We meet so many new people, we exchange opinions, and we share our difficulties. We become so much closer to our youth group, which for the week is referred to as our back-home group. Montreat is such a safe place. I know I can truly be myself whether I am with my friends or with strangers.
As I peer through the thick smoke, reminding myself why I chose to come in the first place, I see a half dead man on the floor- begging for water. We don’t have enough food or clothes. There are very few of us left to fight against the redcoats. Even though on some days we are cheerful, we are starving and freezing. I am wondering if I should re-enlist or go back home.
My original name is shaylin uhlig i was 15 before I moved to Beacon hills, California. I am now called Talia Burley. I am 16 years old. Just like me and for the same dark secret my friends changed their names to Scott McCall (17 years old), Stiles Stilinski (17 years old), Erica tumblr (16 years old), and Jackson Kanima (17 years old). We are now forced to live at Beacon hills, California.
Last Sunday, I went on the fieldtrip to Oakland to gain a view of the gentrification reality there. Initially my friends were all amazed why I would go there since they had thought there was a dangerous place to visit. Prior to the trip, my impression about Oakland is a city with a longer history than those in south bay, since I noticed there was a Chinatown which was a product of the immigration wave happened centuries ago, and those Cantonese immigrants called Oakland “二埠” (the second port besides San Francisco). After I arrived there, I realized that Oakland was not only a city preserved history but also a wonderland of racial diversity. According to what I learned from the lecture, Oakland was once had its own structure of what kinds
Three years ago in July, my family was surprised with a vacation to Frisco, Colorado. It was my first time seeing mountains, and I was not disappointed. Ever since we returned, I have been in love with the towering rocky formations that unfortunately do not exist along the coastline of Florida. Therefore, if one were to ask me where in the world I would wish to live the most, I would easily insist Frisco, Colorado. There happens to be something about the glittering aspens and white stone coating the mountainsides of Colorado that I love.
I have lived in East Oakland my whole life. To the majority of people, the mention of East Oakland evokes thoughts of violence, shootings, and gangs. I was one of the people who believed in these stereotypes, and for a particularly long time. I was one of the people who saw Oakland as a wasteland, a place with nothing to offer me, and a place I had nothing to offer to.
What I done this past year to contribute to the Alameda community Learning Center is that me and my friend, Justin planned the fundraisers for the class of 2019. We almost raised 700 dollars for the whole class of 2019 students. Also, I was elected to be an officer of the red cross club next year. So ,my next year 's plan is that, I will encourage everyone to join the red cross club because they can help change the world and aclc, and they can get their community service hours.
They were all talking about the bully that almost killed Hunter. But, thankfully, our group saved him by getting a teacher. Now this bully had stopped picking on that kid but was now picking on their group. So this bully had got a big gang together and they began to slowly beat up each member of our group. Now we only had us five left that are not in the hospital.
The place that shaped me, made me, created what I am is located in the heart of Santa Ana. A predominantly Latino neighborhood caused my environment to become different to that of the rest of the world. Unlike most neighborhoods in which everyone speaks English and are legally in the country my case was different. Most of the neighborhood population was illegal and almost no one there spoke English except for those who attended school. I would look out my kitchen window and I would observe the black and white car drive by every hour checking on the neighborhood.
“I came here yesterday. This woods will take us to the cave and the waterfalls. “In a while we will be out. Don't be afraid,” Ken said. “I am not afraid as long as I am with you.”
