Kathy Buckwheat was standing in front of the counter talking to a client, when a man walked in and put a gun to her head. She was going about her day to day life when he walked in and said to her “I could see the gun outline in his pocket and immediately got scared”. Kathy was very familiar with bank robberies given she had been in one before but this time there was firearms involved. “He told me to get down and put my hands on my head and not move. My client being smart was already on the ground, but I slowly went to my knees.” she said in an interview. The shooter was a former military officer and after being caught a few days later said he would not have shot the civilians only the police. At the time Kathy was only in her 50s, and
Early the next morning as the sun was coming up, a freight train heading from Folsom passed by the robbery scene. A man was seen about 100 yards from the train, waving his hat on the end of his gun, as a signal. When the train was stopped and the conductor and brakeman approached Blackjack, but then Blackjack drew a gun on them. The two said we only came to help but then Thomas said no boys I am done take me in.
Mrs. Davis said Mr. Davis told her to turn off the light and to go to sleep. Mrs. Davis said she lay down on the couch and was dozing off when she heard a gunshot which she believed came from outside the residence. Mrs. Davis said she got up to check on Mr. Davis and found the gun on his chest, which she stated he always kept next to the bed. Mrs. Davis said she tried to communicate with Mr. Davis but he was unresponsive. Mrs. Davis said she then called her daughter, Tiffany, who contacted the Sheriff's
Life Goals In the essay “The Storyteller”, Sandra Cisneros describes how her identity was shaped by goals that she had for herself. Starting from a young Cisneros dreamt about living in her own silent home that fitted her taste. Years later after coming home from college she still had the dream of living on her own and also with a career goal of becoming a writer. Cisneros determination to follow her dreams was strong, however, her father’s did not agree with the dreams and even had a different idea of what he wanted for her.
At the end of the 2013 softball season, Kelsey Bradford found herself facing a possible state champion title along with a possible surgery. It was a night filled with nervous energy, happiness, and pain. “I will never forget the feeling that I had when I stepped up to the plate as the first batter of the game. I was so nervous but so excited at the same time,” Kelsey recalled. “At the first bat of the game, I made an in the park home run.
My ambitions are to be the first, the first to invent, research and to write, I stand imperfect, I live life flawed but I remain determined to overcome my flaws. Talking about the firsts, my influences start with the firsts, Amy beach is the first female composer in the United States. Her piece for solo piano named “Eskimos (1907)”, is such a worthy example of exoticism. At first I was against the idea of a non-native composer trying to create a piece with foreign melodies, but Beach did a prodigious job of keeping the melody true to its’ origins.
Kate Oswald’s birth did not go as planned. Between Clara’s water breaking in the middle of running, to the birth happening on the floor of the console, the Doctor had hardly found a moment to let himself breathe. How Clara managed to keep herself together during it all, he could never figure out. “You should rest,” he said. He adjusted the pillows behind her so she could sit up.
Throughout my past four years at Weddington High School, I am inspired by the impact my teachers have given me. I believe education is the greatest gift you can give to a person who is striving to make a difference. This is something that I have been interested in for several years. I am currently a teacher assistant for Mrs. Donna Nunn’s Microsoft Word and PowerPoint class that allows me to see how lesson plans are carried out in a classroom environment and I know that this experience has given me a stronger desire to become a teacher. During my freshman year of high school, Ms. Marisa DiFronzo made literature become a very engaging subject for me, not only by her way of teaching but also her ability to bring the class together as one.
Kathy Gonzales was convicted of murder when “she decided to plead guilty and testify falsely to her alleged role in the
Prior to moving in for the 2017-2018 school year at West Virginia University, I took an adventure orientation class through the university. I participated in the Odyssey 31 adventure over the week of Fourth of July, and had a great time and memorable experiences. Coming from near Gettysburg Pennsylvania to West Virginia University, I was nervous about not knowing anyone on campus. The Odyssey trip really helped in calming my nerves about moving onto campus. When I pulled into the parking lot on that monday of July 3rd, I knew only one person, my roommate Trevor, who I had only met once at new student orientation.
She was recording her husbands arrest in a local convenient store. The officers scolded her to stop recording and she did not. Wilson’s car was stolen and her phone was confiscated. The police officer told her if she did not hand over her phone she would be punched in the face. Kelli was then thrown to the ground as one officer punched her in the face and the other held her down.
Kathryn Johnston (June 26, 1914- November 21, 2006) was an elderly Atlanta Georgia, woman who was shot by undercover cops in her home on Neal street in Northwest Atlanta on November 21, 2006, where she had lived for 17 years. Three cops had entered her house in what was later described as a "botched" drug raid. Those cops cut off burglar bars and broke down her door using a no-knock warrant. Officers said that Johnston fired at them so they fired in response; she fired one shot out the door over the cops' heads; therefore, they fired 39 shots, five of six of which hit her. None of the cops were injured by her gunfire, but Johnston was killed by the police.
From the ages six through twelve, I wrote stories for my friends and family. I remember sitting at an giant, old computer that they had in 2003. It wasn’t easy to use, but I was determined. I moved my short little fingers across that smooth keyboard in hopes of creating a masterpiece. I remember showing my first work to my friends at school and watched how they dissect my “masterpiece”.
Suddenly, he heard the back door shut, knowing his wife had not returned, he wondered if the UPS deliverer forgot to drop off another package or needed a signature. Then, as John turned the corner of the doorway, a strange man raised his pistol at John, who quickly dropped to the floor. John reached, raised, and fired his pistol toward the unwelcomed guest. Luckily, with John’s pistol at his hip and a fast reaction, a hole in his T-shirt and damage to a wooden table remained the harm done. Unfortunately though, the intruder escaped with no trace left behind (Kirkpatrick).
As time passed, I seemed caught in a rigid routine. When I woke, my crazies made it hard to shower. During the day, I worked as an accountant for two small businesses in town. After work I came home, got high, and sat alone in my house. At night I watched Johnny Carson, and on the weekends, I visited my Aunt Claudia.
Abby Newbould10-30-16 PERFORMANCE TASK: Narrative Hello, Is this Baileys mother? it is who is this, and why are they calling ? I am the school 's principal, your daughter fainted, she 's not moving and she won 't wake up. Oh, my gosh I 'll be right there I 'm walking out the house right now.