Personal Narrative: The Waukegan Police Departement
Its december 23rd, 2014 and i'm in an interview room. The Waukegan Police Departement, been in this interview room for 26 hours straight with no breaks. My parents have no idea where i'm at. Finally my mother gets called. My mother and brother come pick me up from the station. My mother was obviously upset but i already knew that. At this point, i was a like a deer in headlights, i was screwed.
The next morning, December 24th, 2014, christmas eve, i wake up with a swallowed-up feeling. I go brush my teeth and look in the mirror. I knew i had to change for the better. I began actually trying in school, I began getting into less and less trouble, and I began going to church again. I would go with my grandpa and grandma, they were the biggest …show more content…
I understand the services and they’re good. I just feel like i hear it but it goes through on ear and out the other. As if I was deaf. I had that feeling of guilt; I was still hanging around the same crowd of people. I occasionally started getting into more trouble hanging around the wrong crowd. I was drifting towards my old ways.
At this point, it’s now the end of freshman year at Warren Township Highschool. I have straight F’s and i no longer am going to church. I’d always be gone all saturday nights; therefore, couldn’t wake up in time for church service. That was the excuse i used for not going. Deep down i knew why i didn’t want to go; I was still getting in trouble and doing unchristian things. This brought that guilt feeling of being in church and so i wouldn’t go.
All things considered, two months later, it’s summer now and i’m living at my dad’s house. My dad’s house was a medium sized, brown and white, oldish-styled town home. I never really had a great relationship with my dad, so it was sort’ve a punishment. I couldn’t be at my mom’s house at the time because i’d get into trouble and wouldn’t obey the rules. Living at my dad’s brought me closer to my grandpa and grandma. They were practically my neighbors at this point, which was a good thing. They’d stop by once in a while and see how im holding up. In a way, they’d keep me on the right path; Gods path. Although, i still wasn’t going to church, still felt the
The next morning, December 24th, 2014, christmas eve, i wake up with a swallowed-up feeling. I go brush my teeth and look in the mirror. I knew i had to change for the better. I began actually trying in school, I began getting into less and less trouble, and I began going to church again. I would go with my grandpa and grandma, they were the biggest …show more content…
I understand the services and they’re good. I just feel like i hear it but it goes through on ear and out the other. As if I was deaf. I had that feeling of guilt; I was still hanging around the same crowd of people. I occasionally started getting into more trouble hanging around the wrong crowd. I was drifting towards my old ways.
At this point, it’s now the end of freshman year at Warren Township Highschool. I have straight F’s and i no longer am going to church. I’d always be gone all saturday nights; therefore, couldn’t wake up in time for church service. That was the excuse i used for not going. Deep down i knew why i didn’t want to go; I was still getting in trouble and doing unchristian things. This brought that guilt feeling of being in church and so i wouldn’t go.
All things considered, two months later, it’s summer now and i’m living at my dad’s house. My dad’s house was a medium sized, brown and white, oldish-styled town home. I never really had a great relationship with my dad, so it was sort’ve a punishment. I couldn’t be at my mom’s house at the time because i’d get into trouble and wouldn’t obey the rules. Living at my dad’s brought me closer to my grandpa and grandma. They were practically my neighbors at this point, which was a good thing. They’d stop by once in a while and see how im holding up. In a way, they’d keep me on the right path; Gods path. Although, i still wasn’t going to church, still felt the