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Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Snapshot: Summer 2006 I though I was going to Die.
"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!!"
Fireworks. I thought it had to be fireworks, but I was never more wrong in my life. All of a sudden I found myself in the back of the store hiding behind the cash register counter trying to become invisible. I was scared for my life wondering why this was happening to me...I'm from a small town in Idaho taking a two week vacation after I graduated high school. These things never happen where I'm from.
During the summer of 2006, my boyfriend and I went to North and South Carolina because part of his family lives there. Overall it was a great trip and I had loads of fun, but one night my boyfriend, his two brothers Bryce and Brent and I went to the strip in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina (which is a carnival-type thing on the beach with many shops) and witnessed death.
There was no parking at the strip because it was a weekend night and extremely crowded, so we parked far away in a dark parking lot next to a couple alleys. Our walk to the strip was exciting. Laughter and yelling became louder the closer we got and the smell of fried carnival food made me hungry. I was eager to hit up the shops, so that's what we all started doing. Since it's warm outside most of the year the shops don't have any doors, the front of them are just open to the street. Pretty much all of the beach shops have the same things in them but it's still fun to look around.
The fourth beach shop we went into is where it all went down. Blaring techno trance music with the loudest base made it so I couldn't even hear my own voice. There were bright colors all around and funny looking objects. There were a lot of people in the store looking at different things minding their own business. My boyfriend and I happened to be looking at different nose piercings right by the opening of the store. All of a sudden fire works started going off. It sounded like classic black cats...almost kind of like gunshots. But wait a second, if those were just fireworks then why were flocks of people running into the store yelling "get down! get down!"? Seven gun shots turned this store into a chaotic frenzy with people crying and hyperventilating. It all became a blur from this point on.
"Brandon," is all I could say.
He took my arm and we crouched down running diagonal across the store to the back. I looked at Brandon and saw a ghostly white face with a look of terror. We ended up underneath the counter that the cash register was on frantically pushing boxes and anything else we could find in front of us to hide. There were a couple of hysterical girls that were working there behind the counter crouched down. I was far past crying, I couldn't even move. I kept imagining a man creeping behind the counter where we were sitting with a gun pointed at us, trying to get to the cash register. What's going to happen to us? What about my family? I want to live so much longer than 18 years. These thoughts were racing through my head.
"Brandon where are Bryce and Brent?" We had no idea what happened to them.
"I don't know, what should we do?" He asked me with panic in his voice.
"Shh I don't know let's just sit here." Brandon tried calling them but they didn't answer.
A good 15 minutes went by that I don't really remember, but all of a sudden a lady came back to where we were hiding and said it was safe to leave just go fast and stay to the left of the building and leave to the left.
"Brandon don't let me look if there's anyone dead or anything scary looking," I pleaded. He agreed. On our way out of the building I automatically looked over Brandon and saw a car crashed up onto the curb with a black male hanging out it all mangled looking. Yes he was definitely dead. I had just seen a dead man shot to death. I quickly looked away. I had an eerie gross feeling in my stomach. Police were just beginning to put the yellow 'crime scene' tape all around.
"Brandon!" Brent yelled from a crowd a few yards away. Thank God we found those two. They were just as shaken up as we were.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Brandon said. None of us had any idea what happened. The killer could have been anywhere. It could have been gang related or just a random shooting. We were all scared to death of walking back to our car a million miles away in a dark parking lot by some alleys. Everyone at the strip seemed to be evacuating quickly back to their cars as well, so at least we weren't alone. Every corner and alley we passed I was ready to duck down and get out of the way of gun shots. I avoided pretty much everyone because they could have been the killer.
Finally we raced to the car and speed back to the house. The car ride home was filled with four different versions of what just happened, and we couldn't wait to call and tell our family and friends. That was the most dangerous situation I've ever been in, bullets could have ricocheted off anything and hit us. We were that close.
When we got home, we turned the television on to see what had happened on the news. Sure enough, it was there. A couple different versions of what happened were broadcast, but the overall idea was similar. A police man saw a man waving a gun out of the window of his car, so he started yelling at the man and going over there. The man started shooting at the cop, so the cop instantly fired back which ended up in the man's death. I was so glad the night was over and everyone was safe and sound.
Fireworks. I thought it had to be fireworks, but I was never more wrong in my life. All of a sudden I found myself in the back of the store hiding behind the cash register counter trying to become invisible. I was scared for my life wondering why this was happening to me...I'm from a small town in Idaho taking a two week vacation after I graduated high school. These things never happen where I'm from.
During the summer of 2006, my boyfriend and I went to North and South Carolina because part of his family lives there. Overall it was a great trip and I had loads of fun, but one night my boyfriend, his two brothers Bryce and Brent and I went to the strip in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina (which is a carnival-type thing on the beach with many shops) and witnessed death.
There was no parking at the strip because it was a weekend night and extremely crowded, so we parked far away in a dark parking lot next to a couple alleys. Our walk to the strip was exciting. Laughter and yelling became louder the closer we got and the smell of fried carnival food made me hungry. I was eager to hit up the shops, so that's what we all started doing. Since it's warm outside most of the year the shops don't have any doors, the front of them are just open to the street. Pretty much all of the beach shops have the same things in them but it's still fun to look around.
The fourth beach shop we went into is where it all went down. Blaring techno trance music with the loudest base made it so I couldn't even hear my own voice. There were bright colors all around and funny looking objects. There were a lot of people in the store looking at different things minding their own business. My boyfriend and I happened to be looking at different nose piercings right by the opening of the store. All of a sudden fire works started going off. It sounded like classic black cats...almost kind of like gunshots. But wait a second, if those were just fireworks then why were flocks of people running into the store yelling "get down! get down!"? Seven gun shots turned this store into a chaotic frenzy with people crying and hyperventilating. It all became a blur from this point on.
"Brandon," is all I could say.
He took my arm and we crouched down running diagonal across the store to the back. I looked at Brandon and saw a ghostly white face with a look of terror. We ended up underneath the counter that the cash register was on frantically pushing boxes and anything else we could find in front of us to hide. There were a couple of hysterical girls that were working there behind the counter crouched down. I was far past crying, I couldn't even move. I kept imagining a man creeping behind the counter where we were sitting with a gun pointed at us, trying to get to the cash register. What's going to happen to us? What about my family? I want to live so much longer than 18 years. These thoughts were racing through my head.
"Brandon where are Bryce and Brent?" We had no idea what happened to them.
"I don't know, what should we do?" He asked me with panic in his voice.
"Shh I don't know let's just sit here." Brandon tried calling them but they didn't answer.
A good 15 minutes went by that I don't really remember, but all of a sudden a lady came back to where we were hiding and said it was safe to leave just go fast and stay to the left of the building and leave to the left.
"Brandon don't let me look if there's anyone dead or anything scary looking," I pleaded. He agreed. On our way out of the building I automatically looked over Brandon and saw a car crashed up onto the curb with a black male hanging out it all mangled looking. Yes he was definitely dead. I had just seen a dead man shot to death. I quickly looked away. I had an eerie gross feeling in my stomach. Police were just beginning to put the yellow 'crime scene' tape all around.
"Brandon!" Brent yelled from a crowd a few yards away. Thank God we found those two. They were just as shaken up as we were.
"Let's get the hell out of here," Brandon said. None of us had any idea what happened. The killer could have been anywhere. It could have been gang related or just a random shooting. We were all scared to death of walking back to our car a million miles away in a dark parking lot by some alleys. Everyone at the strip seemed to be evacuating quickly back to their cars as well, so at least we weren't alone. Every corner and alley we passed I was ready to duck down and get out of the way of gun shots. I avoided pretty much everyone because they could have been the killer.
Finally we raced to the car and speed back to the house. The car ride home was filled with four different versions of what just happened, and we couldn't wait to call and tell our family and friends. That was the most dangerous situation I've ever been in, bullets could have ricocheted off anything and hit us. We were that close.
When we got home, we turned the television on to see what had happened on the news. Sure enough, it was there. A couple different versions of what happened were broadcast, but the overall idea was similar. A police man saw a man waving a gun out of the window of his car, so he started yelling at the man and going over there. The man started shooting at the cop, so the cop instantly fired back which ended up in the man's death. I was so glad the night was over and everyone was safe and sound.
Sources
Research: Dinosaurs
Academic Journal: Digging for Dinosaurs, AccessMyLibrary.com
Online source: Rewriting the book on Dinosaurs, Michael D. Lemonick. Time Magazine online.
Non-traditional source: How the Dinosaurs really Died. (http://youtube.com/watch?v=aP0F0sMhhAg)
Academic Journal: Digging for Dinosaurs, AccessMyLibrary.com
Publication Date: 25-JAN-08 (http://www.accessmylibrary.com/coms2/summary_0286-33735157_ITM)
Online source: Rewriting the book on Dinosaurs, Michael D. Lemonick. Time Magazine online.
Non-traditional source: How the Dinosaurs really Died. (http://youtube.com/watch?v=aP0F0sMhhAg)
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Conversation Revision
I work at Winger's Downtown which is a wing restaraunt if you have never been, and I was just arriving at work around 6:00 p.m. and this is what Katy had to say to me that night...
"So how do you like Hooters?" Katy asked me right when I walked into work.
"I don't know, I've only worked with her once but she didn't say a word to Rachel or I. Really seemed to like the guys that were working though. She loved them." Hooters is a nickname Katy and I gave to the new girl who just started at our work. She used to work at Hooters so I thought the name was fitting.
"Well I really don't think I like her. Did I tell you what she did to me on her first day?"
"No tell me!" I was thrilled to hear this story because Katy is sometimes known to over-emphasize things.
"Well, Bob was managing and he's cool ya know so I was texting someone and right in front of me she asked Bob,
'Hey, don't we get in trouble if we text at work, like shouldn't sheget written up or something? She's texting right in front of you,' and then Bob said,
'it's cool, only when Barbra manages you're not really supposed to text.'
So then I looked up at her and said,
'um, it's your first day, so I wouldn't really be trying to make enemies already.'"
"Haha, I can't believe she actually said that. She definitely wasn't friendly to me at all when I worked with her either. We will have to keep our eye on Hooters." What a ridiculous conversation. Turns out that Hooters is actually an alright person.
"So how do you like Hooters?" Katy asked me right when I walked into work.
"I don't know, I've only worked with her once but she didn't say a word to Rachel or I. Really seemed to like the guys that were working though. She loved them." Hooters is a nickname Katy and I gave to the new girl who just started at our work. She used to work at Hooters so I thought the name was fitting.
"Well I really don't think I like her. Did I tell you what she did to me on her first day?"
"No tell me!" I was thrilled to hear this story because Katy is sometimes known to over-emphasize things.
"Well, Bob was managing and he's cool ya know so I was texting someone and right in front of me she asked Bob,
'Hey, don't we get in trouble if we text at work, like shouldn't sheget written up or something? She's texting right in front of you,' and then Bob said,
'it's cool, only when Barbra manages you're not really supposed to text.'
So then I looked up at her and said,
'um, it's your first day, so I wouldn't really be trying to make enemies already.'"
"Haha, I can't believe she actually said that. She definitely wasn't friendly to me at all when I worked with her either. We will have to keep our eye on Hooters." What a ridiculous conversation. Turns out that Hooters is actually an alright person.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Conversation
"So how do you like Hooters?" Katy asked me right when I walked into work.
"I don't know, I've only worked with her once but she didn't say a word to Rachel or I. Really seemed to like the guys that were working though. She loved them." Hooters is a nickname Katy and I gave to the new girl who just started at our work. She used to work at Hooters so I thought the name was fitting.
"Well I really don't think I like her. Did I tell you what she did to me on her first day?"
"No tell me!" I was thrilled to hear this story because Katy is sometimes known to over-emphasize things.
"Well, Bob was managing and he's cool ya know so I was texting someone and right in front of me she asked Bob,
'Hey, don't we get in trouble if we text at work, like shouldn't she
get written up or something? She's texting right in front of you,' and then Bob said,
'it's cool, only when Barbra manages you're not really supposed to text.'
So then I looked up at her and said,
'um, it's your first day, so I wouldn't really be trying to make enemies already.'"
"Haha, I can't believe she actually said that. She definitely wasn't friendly to me at all when I worked with her either. We will have to keep our eye on Hooters." What a ridiculous conversation.
"I don't know, I've only worked with her once but she didn't say a word to Rachel or I. Really seemed to like the guys that were working though. She loved them." Hooters is a nickname Katy and I gave to the new girl who just started at our work. She used to work at Hooters so I thought the name was fitting.
"Well I really don't think I like her. Did I tell you what she did to me on her first day?"
"No tell me!" I was thrilled to hear this story because Katy is sometimes known to over-emphasize things.
"Well, Bob was managing and he's cool ya know so I was texting someone and right in front of me she asked Bob,
'Hey, don't we get in trouble if we text at work, like shouldn't she
get written up or something? She's texting right in front of you,' and then Bob said,
'it's cool, only when Barbra manages you're not really supposed to text.'
So then I looked up at her and said,
'um, it's your first day, so I wouldn't really be trying to make enemies already.'"
"Haha, I can't believe she actually said that. She definitely wasn't friendly to me at all when I worked with her either. We will have to keep our eye on Hooters." What a ridiculous conversation.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
6th Post- Observation Revision
Just sitting down, a group of four arrived at Winger's downtown. Winger's is not busy at this time, and this was one of the three tables there. The group began looking at the menu with wrinkled brows and squinting looks on their faces. There was one lady, long blond hair dressed in khakis and a frilly red shirt. She was tall and wearing high heels that were making loud noises on the floor when she was walking. Three men were sitting with her dressed in earthy toned slacks, dress shirts and flashy ties. "We're on our lunch break so we're in a hurry," the woman says to the waitress. "Can we get four diet cokes please?" one man says with a smile. The four were engaging in conversation about what just happened at work and the ladies voice tone was carrying over the three mens. The waitress brought back diet cokes within one minute as she readily asked them what they wanted to eat with a big grin her face showing all of her extremely white teeth. The waitress was wearing a blue shirt with the phrase "get sauced" on the back of it. Her name tag says Addie and she has long dark hair and spoke in a very loud voice.
The lady orders salad and soup in a high pitched tone without a smile. Two men order Cajun burgers with grins on their faces and the other guy orders a chicken ceasar salad. "That will be right out" the waitress says as she skips away. The lady began another conversation about a new person being hired that is less than qualified which sparks focused and concerned looks from the three men. The food came out very quickly. "Thanks a lot" says one of the men. "Can you bring me another diet coke" the lady asks with her eyebrows raised. "Thanks" she says shortly.
The four of them don't speak much for 10 minutes while they scarf their food. One of the men stood up and wavs for the waitress to come over. He asks, "Can we please get our check?" The waitress shook her head up and down and brought back the check instantly. The man pays for everyone's meal and tells the waitress no change is needed. The waitress says "Thanks for coming in guys have a great day." The man was checking his watch and takes a sip of his drink. "Let's go" he says to the group. "Thanks for lunch Jerry" says the lady. They all get up and put coats on and strut out of the building.
The lady orders salad and soup in a high pitched tone without a smile. Two men order Cajun burgers with grins on their faces and the other guy orders a chicken ceasar salad. "That will be right out" the waitress says as she skips away. The lady began another conversation about a new person being hired that is less than qualified which sparks focused and concerned looks from the three men. The food came out very quickly. "Thanks a lot" says one of the men. "Can you bring me another diet coke" the lady asks with her eyebrows raised. "Thanks" she says shortly.
The four of them don't speak much for 10 minutes while they scarf their food. One of the men stood up and wavs for the waitress to come over. He asks, "Can we please get our check?" The waitress shook her head up and down and brought back the check instantly. The man pays for everyone's meal and tells the waitress no change is needed. The waitress says "Thanks for coming in guys have a great day." The man was checking his watch and takes a sip of his drink. "Let's go" he says to the group. "Thanks for lunch Jerry" says the lady. They all get up and put coats on and strut out of the building.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
5th Post- Observation
Location: Winger's downtown
Time: 11:15 pm
Just sitting down, a group of four arrived at Winger's downtown. Winger's was not busy at this time, and this was one of the three tables there. The group began looking at the menu with wrinkled brows and questioning looks on their faces. There was one lady, blond hair dressed in khakis and a red shirt and three men dressed in slacks, dress shirts and ties. "We're on our lunch break so we're in a hurry," the woman said to the waitress. "Can we get four diet cokes please?" one man said in a low but friendly voice. The four were engaging in conversation about what just happened at work, and the waitress brought back diet cokes within one minute as she readily asked them what they wanted to eat with a big cheesey grin her face. The waitress was wearing a blue shirt with a name tag that said Addie. She had long dark hair and talked in a loud voice.
The lady ordered salad and soup in a snappy tone without a smile. Two men politely ordered cajun burgers and the other guy ordered a chicken ceasar salad. "That will be right out" the waitress said as she skipped away. The lady began another conversation about a new person being hired that is less than qualified which sparked focused and concerned looks from the three men. The food came out very quickly. "Thanks a lot" said one of the men. "Can you bring me another diet coke" the lady asked with her eyebrows raised. "Thanks" she said shortly.
The four of them didn't speak much for 10 minutes while they scarfed their food. One of the men stood up and waved for the waitress to come over. He asked, "Can we please get our check?" The waitress shook her head up and down and brought back the check instantly. The man paid for everyone's meal and told the waitress no change was needed. The waitress said "Thanks for coming in guys have a great day." The man was checking his watch and took a sip of his drink. "Let's go" he said to the group. "Thanks for lunch Jerry" said the lady. They all got up and put coats on and strutted out of the building.
Time: 11:15 pm
Just sitting down, a group of four arrived at Winger's downtown. Winger's was not busy at this time, and this was one of the three tables there. The group began looking at the menu with wrinkled brows and questioning looks on their faces. There was one lady, blond hair dressed in khakis and a red shirt and three men dressed in slacks, dress shirts and ties. "We're on our lunch break so we're in a hurry," the woman said to the waitress. "Can we get four diet cokes please?" one man said in a low but friendly voice. The four were engaging in conversation about what just happened at work, and the waitress brought back diet cokes within one minute as she readily asked them what they wanted to eat with a big cheesey grin her face. The waitress was wearing a blue shirt with a name tag that said Addie. She had long dark hair and talked in a loud voice.
The lady ordered salad and soup in a snappy tone without a smile. Two men politely ordered cajun burgers and the other guy ordered a chicken ceasar salad. "That will be right out" the waitress said as she skipped away. The lady began another conversation about a new person being hired that is less than qualified which sparked focused and concerned looks from the three men. The food came out very quickly. "Thanks a lot" said one of the men. "Can you bring me another diet coke" the lady asked with her eyebrows raised. "Thanks" she said shortly.
The four of them didn't speak much for 10 minutes while they scarfed their food. One of the men stood up and waved for the waitress to come over. He asked, "Can we please get our check?" The waitress shook her head up and down and brought back the check instantly. The man paid for everyone's meal and told the waitress no change was needed. The waitress said "Thanks for coming in guys have a great day." The man was checking his watch and took a sip of his drink. "Let's go" he said to the group. "Thanks for lunch Jerry" said the lady. They all got up and put coats on and strutted out of the building.
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