Personal Narrative: The Assault Charge That Changed My Life

I had bruises on my face. My whole face was swollen. I was sent to the precinct for disorderly conduct. I got out two days later. The charges were dismissed.

Specifically, I could tell you about the time a Gwinnett County police officer came to my house, without cause or warrant, and demanded of me one Saturday afternoon while cleaning my house, my license to prove my residency; meanwhile, his hand pivoted anxiously on his gun. With his abusive

A national assessment of 29 drug courts found that some these tribunals altogether diminish drug backslide and criminal conduct, both elements that improve the probability of imprisonment (Rossman, 2011). Research demonstrates that drug court members were necessarily more improbable than the examination gatherings to report utilizing illegal drugs (56% versus 76%) and had fundamentally less useful biomarker tests for drug use (29% versus 46%) at 18-month preliminary. Drug court members were likewise altogether more averse to report perpetrating violations (40% versus 53%). A meta-analysis of 18 essentially semi-exploratory investigations of psychological well-being court 's demonstrated that emotional wellness court members additionally would be wise to criminal equity results than comparative correlation bunches (Journal of Criminal Justice, 2011). Be that as it may, emotional well-being courts have for the most part not been compelling at enhancing psychological wellness results—and poor mental well-being results may add to inevitable detainment (Law and Human Behavior, 2011).

Interviewer: And what was that about? Interviewee: I believe it was an assault, a juvenile assault or something like that. Interviewer: Okay, and did you call down to juvenile court?

On 7-16-15 I was working in a plain clothes assignment at the Del Mar Racetrack in the city of Del Mar for opening day. The operation was specifically targeting underage drinking and drunk in public violations. (CAD #2668046) BACKGROUND INFORMATION: TRAINING AND EXPERIENCE: I have been a Peace Officer in the State of California for approximately 15 years, during which time I have made over 100 arrests dealing with possession and use of controlled substances. Additionally, my training and experience includes hundreds of hours of classroom training and practical experience dealing with controlled substances.

With anger and adrenaline rushing through my body, I ran off the bus to the help the boy. A lady called the police, and the boy was taken to the hospital. While walking with a friend that same day, I saw the police, and they asked us if we witnessed the incident. Disregarding my friend’s quietude, I proceeded to tell the policemen

He claimed that the arresting officer never told the teen what he was being

I read him his Miranda Rights from a Standard issued MCSO issued Miranda Rights Warning Card. I asked if he understood his rights, he stated "Yes." I then asked if he would voluntarily answer my questions and he stated "Yes. " I then proceeded to ask him questions regarding the fight.

"Waking Up from Abuse" Awakening to the reality that your entire life has been a lie is about the harshest wake up call you can get. I speak from experience. I've actually done it twice now. The first time I "woke up" was when I finally realized I was the survivor of childhood narcissistic abuse.

No Matter How Loud I Shout aligns with this subject matter because it breaks down the juvenile court system and its effects on American youth. Humes has constructed an account of LA, California’s juvenile justice system and the children who pass through it in the mid-1990s (XIV). This carefully researched book chronicles the arrests of seven teenagers and their experiences both in juvenile court and while serving time. He describes the legal processes and interactions between prosecutors, public, private

Instead of giving us directions, he took us to the front of the line and had us go through security. When he did, I noticed the individuals in the line were looking at us in a questioning or unfriendly manner for essentially cutting the line. I assumed the security officer did this because he thought we might have been representing someone as we were both in professional attire: slacks, a blouse, and a blazer. Simpson accidentally left her pepper spray on her key ring, so the female security officer operating the security scanner gave her two options: return the mace to her car or have it confiscated. Simpson opted to leave it in their custody because we did not want to be any later than we already were.

Instead of giving us directions, he took us to the front of the line and had us go through security. When he did, I noticed the individuals in the line were looking at us in a questioning or unfriendly manner for essentially cutting the line. I assumed the security officer did this because he thought we might have been representing someone as we were both in professional attire: slacks, a blouse, and a blazer. Simpson accidentally left her pepper spray on her key ring, so the female security officer operating the security scanner gave her two options: return the mace to her car or have it confiscated. Simpson opted to leave it in their custody because we did not want to be any later than we already were.

If they do not, the prosecutor or court will either be forced to not use some or all of the evidence collected or may be required to dismiss the case completely. The Interrogation When a person is pulled over by a police office, they must be read the Miranda Warning. A failure to do so can lead to any statements made by the person arrested being thrown out of court. In addition, if a person asks for an attorney and their request is denied, the case may be thrown out, as every person has a right to legal representation when questioned by law enforcement.

After a few dazed minutes, I can make out some words ‘traffic citation’, ‘violation notice’, ‘speeding’, and the most heart-dropping of them all: ‘$200 fine’. I take a deep breath and start to make my way home. This speeding ticket is not just a small blip of my past, but it’s a metaphor for my entire highschool career. For the past four years, I have been living life in the fast lane, never observing my surroundings

Personal Narrative My freshman year of high school, during basketball season, I injured my knee while playing in a home game versus Paola. I ended up tearing my acl and meniscus in my right knee, resulting in a surgery and a lot of therapy. I loved playing basketball and it was my favorite sport, but ever since I injured myself I haven’t felt the same way about the sport.