Personal Narrative: A Trip To The Missouri City Police Department

On August 4, 2017 at approximately 2:40pm, Officer Lucas Griffin and I, Officer Kyeishia Evans, with the Ville Platte Police Department, was dispatched to 902 West Lincoln Street, Ville Platte, Louisiana, in reference to a business alarm. Upon arrival I witnessed a maroon 1999 Chevrolet Tahoe bearing license plate number ZTC679. I checked the vehicle and it was locked; however, I noticed the car was warm, as if the car had just been parked in the parking lot. I also noticed the back door of the business was opened. Officer Griffin and I checked the inside of the room; however, there was no door in the back room where you could enter the business. While checking the inside of the room we noticed damage to the tiles on the ceiling. I advised

A second example of my relationships with the police is my cousin Johnny Basilio. Johnny is in his 30s or 40s and, like Mr. Haley, is also an incredibly nice guy. I rarely get to see him because I don’t get to see that side of often but when I see him, he’s always happy and nice to talk to. One story I have of him is when his sister, my cousin Karen, had twins they decided to name him as one of their godfathers. When they asked him, with everyone around, he broke down in tears of joy. Another story is, coincidentally, at my high school graduation party. My party was shortly after his wife died from cancer, so he came and was inside talking to my mom about life and other things for a while. Eventually, he and my mom were talking about food and he asked who the caterer was and mentioned how the

My experience began when I walked into the Carlsbad Police Station. I filled out a waver to get permission to have a ride along with a police officer. The officer that I rode along with was Officer Jonathan Boyce. Officer Boyce brought me to the back of the police state and showed me all the veteran polices that have served for 20 years and more. Then he showed me where the police station receives its mail. Afterward he brought me to his appointed police car. He told me that earlier in the day he arrested a drunken man for disturbing the peace at the Carlsbad Westfield Mall. I sat down in the passenger seat of the car. He sat at the drivers seat and we drove off. He showed me all the police vehicles including the motorcycles, suv’s, and carts.

On February 24, 2017, I responded to 2809 W Royal Oaks Drive in reference to an intoxicated subject. Beaufort County Dispatch advised me a male was intoxicated attempting to drive a vehicle. I arrived in the area and observed a gray 2014 Chev Camero, bearing a South Carolina license plate; MMJ124 parked in the roadway. The individual was standing behind the vehicle, and appeared to be unstable by not keeping his balance while standing.

Despite the fact that some cops may utilize their energy to undermine and behave in any way they if it's not too much trouble there are numerous officers that serve and secure; taking the guarantee that they pledged to truly, which is the thing that larger part of the populace today neglects to figure it out. Verging on consistently, cops are tasked out to restore arrange or recover peace in rushed circumstances and are confronted with the test to utilize power without it being viewed as a "lowlife" or danger to the group or far more terrible accused of a wrongdoing of Police mercilessness. More regularly than any other time in recent memory, daily papers, sites, and TV have dialed in on these

The major that I chose was Criminal Justice. I chose this major because most lawyers major in Criminal Justice. I decided to look into the Criminal Justice major at DMACC. My first semester is just going to be the basics like intro to Criminal Justice and other classes like that. My second semester is going to be about criminal investigation. My third semester is going to get more in depth than the other two semester were, and my last semester is going to be about an internship mainly. By the time that I get done, I need at least 64 credits. I knew what the courses and how many credits I needed because I have already looked into all of this.

A cop on the street endures continual contact with drunks, druggies, the mentally disturbed, and violent criminals. On a daily basis, they deal with life-and-death situations, and know quite well that any situation - without notice - can turn very bad where the only immediate option is to use deadly force necessary for their own personal safety and survival. Those who are family-members and close friends of a law enforcement officer are also fully aware of the public dangers and human risk that are actually involved with the job. On the other hand, a lot of the general public typically has an ill-conceived and unrealistic notion that a cop has full control in any situation in

My ride along was with Officer Goodyear and primarily stayed within a few miles of the department. I don’t normally talk to cop, and the only times I’ve ever did prior to the ride along was just them speaking to a class as some sort of lesson. One thing i noticed between all those lectures was a sort of pride and dignifying affiliation with the force, as if it wasn’t a job to them. Now to me, that's awkward. I know part of that is because they represent our police force, but I personally prefer when people seem more relatable so approaching them isn’t as if i'm talking to a billboard. That aside, we apparently had a slow day.

We’ve all heard the saying: keeping a positive attitude can mean the difference between success or failure. Fittingly, going through the police academy put this saying to the test! I’m not sure what was harder, going through the police academy or raising a child as a single mother. To be fair, the two are completely different and some might say there’s no comparison. But, as I sit here, memories from that journey come flooding back and I can not think of a similar or equal comparison that captures my struggles I had in the academy the way motherhood does so well. For me, the police academy was an arduous journey of blood, sweat and many tears.

It felt like I was peeling back a part of me that needed to be exposed to the truths and reality of the world. Images of protesters storming the small town of Ferguson demanding justice for Michael Brown ran across my TV screen. I roared through pages and pages of news stories on unarmed black men and women killed by the system of police supposedly trained to protect and serve Americans. I spent every opportunity possible attempting educate people on the broken police system, whether it be during a heated discussion in class or just during general conversation with friends.

I also learned that they always have to have their car camera always recording when they respond to call and their body cam .What I find interesting is that during my ride along this deputy was the only one that would use the sound pitch method where if the car was going fast the sound pitch wave would get bigger and he was explaining to me how measured speed with sound. During my first day I was able to see the basic setup that the deputies have inside their car they have a computer where they could do there reports, receive calls from the dispatcher with information about the situation, and also their guns which are locked in with a secure technology. They told me the only time they would unlock their guns is only in hostile situations other than that they use their hand gun. I also learned how to write a traffic ticket, how to make a report for a missing person, and how to manage traffic when there is a car

I have been interested in a career in law enforcement, such as a police officer, for a long time. I included this career on my list, but as I identified myself, it became clear it wasn’t the most fitting option. This career fit very well with all my extrinsic and intrinsic values, but not as well with my lifestyle values. The location and hours could be challenging. My skills were not fitting either, i’m not very social and a police officer must communicate well.

During my government observation project, I went for a ride-along with the Alameda Police Department (as permitted by you) and the Dry Creek Joint Elementary Board Meeting. Through the ride-along with the Alameda Police, I was able to watch Officer Woulfe assist the community in multiple different ways. First we responded to a dine and dash call at a local restaurant. We arrived late to the scene so there was no resolution. Officer Woulfe informed me that we would be going back to the station to deal with a hit and run. At first I got worried that I would only see a lot of paperwork, but there was a detour to pick up a regular meth user that had warrants out for his arrest. I got to see an arrest and the booking process. We later responded to a domestic violence report and were even flagged down on the streets by a family looking for their suicidal father. I noticed that there were many codes and procedures to a police officer’s job. They also have to be prepared to deal with an array of situations. Officer Woulfe also told me that the way an officer treats/ talks to people on the job, the more compliant people will be. I learned that police officers have a lot more responsibility than most people might realize. We did help the community and bring people to

However, In May of 2007, I decided to pursue my second goal of Criminal Justice. I applid for Philadelphia Police Department in June 2007 and was hired in December 2007. It was the best decision I’ve made in my life. I love everything there is to know about law enforcement. Being a police officer knowing that I’m trying to make a difference in the community of people around me is awesome. When I graduated from the academy Commissioner Charles Ramsey started his career at the Philadelphia Police Department. Commissioner Ramsey first project was implemented the community policing. My class was the first class to do the foot beats in the communities with the most crime areas. That experience gave me the chance to learn the community and the

As a child growing up in the mid 1990’s I cannot think of another person to this day, outside of my father, that I respected more than a police officer. In my limited dealings with the police as a child it did not matter if I thought I was right. What the police officer said was the law and I must respect that and obey his orders. I did not come to this belief and respect of enforcement on my own. This was taught to me by my parents, grandparents, and even the parents of my peers. There was no talking back to police officers. No questioning their intentions. No disobeying. Police officers were well respected, trusted, and revered. Ask any child of that time period what they wanted to be when they grew up and the response would inevitably be “policeman” or “fireman.”