CSI has always been my favorite show of all time, even though it rarely represents anything that actually occurs in reality. 24 is now closing in on becoming my new favorite show, it's amazing and realistic. I've also enjoyed watching Law & Order: SVU. All of these shows made me think that it would "be cool" to be a crime scene investigator, or the world's greatest FBI or secret agent. I never thought that I would actually be going to school to become one. It was the actions of one girl that decided what my future career was going to be. I guess maybe I should thank her for making my life hell, and the reason for hating pretty much every girl to this day.
It was my senior spring break that I took with my parents to Washington DC. I feel like I came back a different person after witnessing all that our capital has to offer. I came back gracious and so thankful for every single soldier that surrounded me in the Arlington Cemetery, and those veterans who stood by the war memorials with tears pouring down their faces. I came back with an even stronger bond with my mom that I didn't know was possible. I came back with the greatest feeling of happiness for being able to gain new experiences that will always remain with me. I came back to my car that had been scraped with a brick on every panel of it, and then painted over.
It took me about 5 minutes after I saw my car to figure out who had done this. She was a junior at my school. It's not suprising. She was under probation for a DUI and still drinks about 3 days a week. A 90 pound, tan, blonde haired bitch. I'm sure you are probably thinking I did something absolutely awful, right? Okay, well this is March when this happened because it was Spring Break. The previous September (Yes, 5 or 6 months earlier) her EX boyfriend and I kissed..once. They broke up in August, and then they got back together in October. So, there was a 3 month span, and actually it was quite funny because the guy and I have grown up together since kindergarden and absoultely hate each other still to this day. Who knows why, we're human and things happen. That was it though, just a kiss, just once, and we went back to hating eachother. The girl, apparently never knew this happened while they were broken up, and just found out over spring break. The girl and I actually were okay with each other, and had hung out with friends together on multiple occasions. So, how does she handle this? Instead of talking to me about it, she decides (while she's drunk) to go to my house on two different occasions and take one of our landscape bricks and scrape the paint down to the metal on every single panel, and window of my car. It caused just under $4000 worth of damage.
I had to use quite a bit of my learned detective skills (HA!) to help my case because apparently it's not a serious case. My parents and I even went to her house and told her if she would just admit to it, we wouldn't take it to the police and we'd just have her pay for it. She wouldn't admit to it, so of course I took it to the police. She cracked. A couple months later she had her final court date. Her sentence was only 4 days in the YOC, reduced down from one month. Later I found that her sister is good friends with her judge.
This first experience made me want to help other people in my situation. I want to make these "unsignificant crimes" ones that need to be solved and taken care of in a fast manner. They may not be crimes that physically hurt someone, but emotionally the victims are going to be scarred for life. My life was made a living hell while at school. Considering that she is 90 pounds and a twig, obviously I could have 'taken' her, but I never once would have considered violence to solve any problems. I relied on the law and our officers, and thank goodness we were actually able to perservere through and get a conviction for her.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
criminal justice, eh?
Posted by Kortnie Pryor at 7:16 AM
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