On 5/27/2018, I was dispatched and responded to 5446 Quist Drive reference to a disturbance. Prior to arrival I was advised via radio that a 14 year old male subject was brandishing a weapon towards others. Upon arrival I met with Edward Lohr, who was standing in the driveway of the residence. Edward advised that his girlfriend’s son, Seth Hayes, was lashing out and acting violent. Edward stated that Seth has been elevating his level of violence over the past few days.
On September 6, 2015 at approximately 8:21pm I, Deputy Tucker George, checked en route to the Shell Gas Station in Hawkins, Texas 75765, Located at 102 East front street in reference to an assault call. Upon arrival I located the complainant Michele Turner inside the Shell station sitting at a small table on the North wall of the building just inside the door. Michele Turner appeared to be intoxicated upon my arrival and displayed multiple signs of intoxication throughout the process of conducting my investigation. Michele Turner was unable to provide detailed information in regards to her assault, but did state the house at which she had been and was assaulted was a known dope house. I later located two small clear plastic bags in the
On 06/14/2017 around 1750 hours, I, Officer Burkes, responded to a report of a suspicious person knocking on a door at 1504 Homestead Blvd. The caller stated that a white male was bleeding all over her door and asking her to call 911. When I arrived on scene, I noticed a white male, later identified as Alex Schesny, sitting between the screen door and steele door. I asked Alex to get up and walk out to the back of my patrol car. Once on the back of my car, I retrieved my gloves out of the front seat.
On 6/19/16 at 2341 hours my partner, Officer Acosta #0044, and I were working patrol assigned to unit 3A22. We responded to a radio call of “shots fired” in the area of 101 W. Washington Bl. Prior to our arrival, Sergeant Gomez #3196 arrived on scene and advised that there was a female, victim of a possible gunshot in front of 101 W. Washington Blvd. Sgt Gomez requested the Pasadena Fire Department (PFD), Rescue Ambulance, (RA) to respond. PFD stated they would stage until code-4.
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.
On Sunday 03/19/2017 at approximately 0140 hours, I was contacted by Sgt B Clark about a possible DUI he had stopped. Sgt Clark advised me he had placed the subject under arrest under the suspicious of driver under the influence, and Officer Spengler had transported the subject to the station. I responded to the station and made contact with the subject, known as Omando Davis, in the holding cell at approximately 0220 hours. I escorted Davis into the intoxilyzer room to process him on the intoxilyzer 8000. While escorting Davis, I observed he had glassy blood shot eyes, slurred speech had the smell of intoxicants emitting from his breath, and was unsteady on his feet.
No mental health assessment had been done. This was however requested by a mental health practitioner once he/ she was consulted. A transfer to a psychiatric intensive care unit (PICU) was also recommended. Hand cuffed, strapped to a stretcher and lying prone, AA was transported in an ambulance to Wedgewood where he was kept in isolation and checked on every 15 minutes due to lack of beds in the intensive care unit.
When I started high school, the club that excited me the most, was National Honors Society. So, at the first chance I got, in my sophomore year. After being a member for a year, I quickly realized that I wanted to take on a leadership opportunity in the club. So, I took a shot for the stars, and campaigned for being president of Honors Society. Though I had some competition, I put my all into composing a speech, and I won the presidency, and I have been president since.
I, Dan McWilliams, woke up at 5:45 to go to work for the FDNY. It was sunny day with clear skies, little did I know the horrors of the day to come. I got to work at 6:45, we were at the station for about 2 hours. Next thing we know every fire station in New York is being called to the twin towers because of an apparent plane crash. It was 8:46 the first plane hit the North Tower, when we arrived it was chaos.
I step out of my Dad’s blue shiny Honda van as he says “good luck on your first day”. I force up a weak smile as I close the door and it made a whoosh noise as it closes. I look at the entrance for a good five minutes. I take a deep breath and slowly as a turtle, a zombie and snails. I thought to myself, a zombie and a snails.
My history as a writer has been a bit of a struggle of slow development. From a young age I had a hard time with spelling and this is still a trouble area for me, even with the help of autocorrect. As I grew in age and as a writer my problematic area became not including enough nitty gritty details. My bad experiences that I recall would always involve the start of writing because I struggle with beginning paragraphs. Also, I tend to use the ending paragraph to just repeat myself, so overall my first and last paragraphs are usually shit.
“Four AP classes is a lot,” my parents warned, reading the list of courses I would take in the fall. “Are you sure you can manage that?" I felt fearless. “Of course,” I assured them. “I can handle it!”
I didn’t always love to read. A lot of my classmates know me as the one who actually enjoys reading outside of school; however, it wasn’t always like this. Before I read one certain book, my “gateway book”, I didn’t appreciate reading. The book series that I read right before seventh grade changed my view on reading completely.
I slid into my heavy boots, picked up the rifle leaning against the wall, and took a long look at the woman next to me. She was beautiful, timid--a perfect wife. She’d been with me for five years, five long years I’d never soon forget. She worked at a nearby factory, assembling bullets for Arkadia. Watching her roll over in bed, I grabbed a hold of her arm, shaking her awake somewhat violently.
Unsatisfactory From a young age to today, I have heard countless strangers ask me, “Tell me about yourself,” curious about my name, age, and ethnicity. I, along with millions of students, have written a massive number of reports and essays throughout the school years but I have never pondered about how I view myself as an English student. Given the prompt, I believe the kind of English student that I am today is reflected upon my interests, background, and experience.
