#you bet your ASS i done educated her with clear evidence on why that post is pure BULLSHIT

[syms-things-5]

Clear The Area - Chapter Eleven: Part One

Previous Chapter can be found here

Warning: Language, mentions of blood and medical procedures

Note: Sorry for the delay on this one...

Chapter Eleven: Part One

A devastating pile-up on Main Street brought dozens of patients into the ER that Monday morning. Rain had been falling almost non-stop since Saturday afternoon with reports of flooding in areas surrounding the city centre. Paramedics and the Fire Department were having a rough time getting patients to the hospital and as a result, several commuters with moderately less life-threatening injuries had to be diverted to Thomas-Alderson on the other side of town. Ordinarily, she and Audrey would have been assigned onto ward rounds to maintain the status quo for the existing patients but as the first people arrived, all at some stage of critical, it soon became clear this was to be no ordinary day.

Audrey was due to take annual leave that week but she texted Sarah soon after 10 o’clock to let her know she was now on her way in. Greg had recruited two medics he knew from a private hospital in Lincoln, one town over. One was an award-winning neuro-surgeon; Sarah recognised him from a profile featured in an old edition of the AJM. He was considered something of a maverick round these parts but as the ER filled up with bodies and anxious, despondent families, they would gladly take all the help they could get. 

“OK, listen up. We have Trauma One and Trauma Two split between Morris and Stephenson. You three, I’m going to need as back-up, OK?” O’Brien was yelling commands at the team currently gathered just inside the part-covered Ambulance Bay and relishing every minute of it. He excelled in moments of great pressure. “Alex, Mark and Lina, you’re taking the minors. Use the suture lab but make sure they are kept far away from the Trauma centre as possible. They don’t need to see that.”

As Sarah watched the named trio jog off to their posts, her focus was quickly diverts to a waving Audrey as she ran into the building, flustered and wet from a sudden downpour. She caught Sarah’s eye and indicated the locker room to drop off her stuff before joining the group. More staff had gathered by that point, wanting to help in any way they could. The interns looks scared to say the least; Sarah couldn’t remember how long she had interned before coming into contact with something this heavy. This was going to be a harsh learning curve and if she had to bet, at least two of them would rethink their career path before the day was out.

“Sarah, you and Audrey and...Tom will cover the cubicles. Sarah, the man in five has also likely had an A.M.I. and ought to have a sed rate done for assurances. Greg, can you oversee them?” Greg nodded before scanning Audrey and Sarah, a somewhat sympathetic smile on his face. Sarah could tell this was as far from his comfort level as it was anyone else’s and no amount of private education could fully prepare you for being thrown in at the deep end. 

The stretchers were lining up thick and fast. One patient, a man in a designer suit, had most of his body covered with a blanket but not enough to hide visible blood and scratches covering his face and neck. An older man lies on a gurney next to him, looking trim and relatively clean except for his left arm wrapped in a checked towel of some kind or possibly someone’s shirt they had used to stem the bleeding. A woman further down has a makeshift eyepatch covering one side of her face, glass cuts peppering her skin, her trendy grey hair now streaked with red. They shock was evident on every single one of them. It was hard to know where to start.

“Call seventh and eighth floors and tell them we need as much space as they can give us.” Audrey yelled across at Beth, a young receptionist stuck in her spot, mouth open, aghast as what she was witnessing. “Beth! Come on now, girl.” There was nothing quite like Audrey’s voice to stir you into action as Beth fumbled for the handset and began furiously dialling numbers.

“I’m thinking we clear the easy cases as fast as we can and shift those guys upstairs to make way for the emergencies.” Greg suggested, surveying the corridor. “O’Brien said another two ambulances are en route as we speak. We’re gonna need the space.”

Audrey nodded in agreement, taking in the war zone surrounding her. “I think between us, we can stitch up and bandage quickly. Get them out and on their way home if possible.”

“Think you can break your speed record for bandaging?” Tom asked, moving through the growing crowd towards where the three of them stood, equally as dumbstruck by the sight before him. Tom was an upstanding member of staff, seventeen years with the hospital but with a youthful face that belied his impending middle age. Sarah had fond memories of him inducting her when she first started and was a fan of his friendly, goofy bedside manner. Kids loved him.

“I haven’t practiced in a while. I was hoping to get fair warning at least.” Sarah responded. A couple of nursing interns shuffled past carrying stacks of boxes filled with medical gloves and bandages. “It’s gonna be a long-ass day, folks.”

*

Sarah and Ben, a specialist she’d never met before, were tending to the elderly man she’d spied earlier that morning. He’d had a high dosage of a local anaesthetic that took next to no time to kick in and was causing him to drift off very few minutes. Ben didn’t seem worried, it would at least allow them to take a closer look at the deep cuts running from his wrist to his elbow. Within a minute, though, he spotted an artery visible just underneath the muscle closest to the wrist, and glanced at Sarah, worry etched across his face.

“If we touch this, it’s hame over.” he whispered, pointing his finger towards the pronator muscle, glancing back to the elderly man to make sure he was still out. “What are his current vitals?”

“No sensation radial, median or ulnar. Ulnar could be trapped, though. No pulses, temperature and colour as you see, and we’ve kept his arm elevated. He’s had 500ccs of saline by push, too.”

Ben nodded, taking a step back from the trolley to take stock of the man’s predicament. “What about an x-ray?”

“Sarah shook her head. “X-ray is backed up but he’s on the list. Should be less than an hour. Crit count is thirty-two-five.”

“OK. Not great but OK.” He thought for a second. “We need to get him into surgery as soon as we can/ Cancel the x-ray for now.”

Sarah nodded in agreement and called the OR. Ben remained standing in the room alongside her until he knew the plan of action. “OK, they should have a room in twenty minutes. Up on ninth.”

Audrey popped her head around the door and got Sarah’s attention. “All OK in here?” The look on both of their faces soon gave her the answer. “Can I steal you for a minute?”

Ben nodded for Sarah to leave and she followed Audrey out towards a nearby stock cupboard....

*

“....And move this leg for me, ma’am.” Greg was attempting to coerce an older lady, Matilda, into focusing on his small movements as he gently moved her legs and her arms to confirm that what she was experiencing was temporary paralysis from shock and not a more serious loss of feeling in her extremities. He’d called Sarah in to assist after she’d finished stitching and wrapping up a dozen or so other patients. Could have been more. She’d lost count when she hit double figures.

He gently worked her knee, massaged her calf muscle with two of his fingers, and then her ankle until she appeared to be more aware of what was going on. Sarah wanted to give her a hug. She looked completely lost.

“That’s very good. Now, can you tell me if you have any pain in your neck, shoulders or you upper arms?”

“No,”

“What about when I press here? How does that feel?” He moved his left hand to the back of her neck, pressing two fingers slightly onto her atlas and axis bones at the top of her spine.

“That feels OK.”

“That’s good, thank you.” He seemed satisfied she was OK as he continued to move his fingers down through the spinal bones, pressing on each one as he went to see if she flinshed or made any indication that something was hurting her.

Sarah moved a little more into the light so the woman could focus on her as Greg moved his way down her back. “Were you with someone this morning? Is there someone I can call for you?”

“Oh no, just me today.” The lady responded with a small smile. She flinched a bit when Greg moved back down to her right ankle and they noticed some blueish bruising now forming clearly around the lower tibia bones.

“OK, I think we’ll get the x-ray done on this foot and we’ll go from there. Sound good?” Greg smiled broadly, trying to instil some confidence back into her. To her credit, she smiled back at them both, light tears forming in her eyes.

“Hey, why don’t I come with you? It’s near the canteen, we can grab a snack on the way? I don’t know about you but I’m starving.” offered Sarah. Her eyes met Greg’s briefly and he smiled at her. It might be a good idea to keep her company for a little while given she was on her own.

The hospital had filled up more during the afternoon as people came in off their own accord, displaying various cuts and scrapes from flying glass and debris. Security had also noticeably tightened by the reception area, ready to help disperse the typical rubberneckers and ambulance-chasing lawyers that usually made appearances once that first initial panic had died down. Crowds of people had been congregating in the corridors and the consultancy rooms that once allowed patients to have private conversations with their family members and doctors had now been taken over by interns taking temperatures and recording blood pressure. Anywhere you dared to turn, someone needed you for something and it was beginning to feel a little claustrophobic. For a patient as fragile as Matilda, it would have been a scary place to be left on your own and Sarah had started feeling a little protective over this petite old lady.

“If you take her up, I’ll cover you in triage for a while.” Greg offered, taking his gloves off and throwing them in the nearby waste bin.

“Thanks. I won’t be long.”

The elevators were subject to the expected traffic jams as always but Matilda had managed to calm down somewhat in the few minutes it had taken to manoeuvre her wheelchair passed the throngs of people hanging around. Sarah was thankful for a few moments of peace as they waited for the next elevator to open up. She placed her hands back into her pocket and felt her phone having forgotten she had kept it on her. Pulling it out, eleven hours after she’d begun the day, she was expecting to see some messages but not the barrage that awaited her.

Jocelyn had clearly descended into full-blown panic and managed to convince herself that Sarah had been involved in the accident and was currently lying unclaimed on a gurney somewhere. God knows what Noah was doing to calm her down. He’d also messaged her separately to warn her of the increasing press presence currently gathering around outside and she remembered O’Brien’s earlier order for staff not to engage with any line of questioning off the back of instructions received from the local police department. It was becoming increasingly apparent it was a criminal case.

Shanna had helpfully messaged her at half hour intervals to explain the news footage to her and left a voicemail that sounded like she had butt-dialed her by accident, Lisa’s fretful voice also somewhere in the background. She opened up her group text function and typed a quick message in the hopes the signal in the hospital wasn’t too bad.

Sarah 9.14pm

Guys, I’m fine. We’re getting through it. People have responded well. Hopefully over the worst now. Speak soon xx

Had she become de-sensitised to it all? Maybe. In May the previous year she had taken Shanna to a Q&A by renowned medical Psychologist, Professor Alexander Shang, who had just published a long gestating and controversial report stating that slowly, over time and with enough exposure to bodily trauma, people in the medical profession were setting themselves up to become emotionally stunted. Ah. Because that’s what she needed to be thinking about right now.

Shans 9.17pm

THANK GOD. It looks awful. They’re saying a lorry driver was drunk n drove straight thu all those cars :( xxxxx

In all the stress and drama, she hadn’t stopped to figure out what could have caused this amount of destruction. She nudged Matilda’s wheelchair further up the queue and saw she was within closing distance of the next elevator. She flicked through the rest of her messages to make sure she hadn’t missed anyone. Matilda, bless her, had fallen asleep and a ported in front of her kindly allowed her to take his place in the waiting elevator.

Charlotte 7.44pm

I saw the news. I hope you are OK? Please let me know if you can x

She read the message back several times. Following their failed attempt at meeting up, Shan had encouraged her against replying. She hadn’t felt particularly angry; more so, disappointed. Rejected. Looking down at the message in front of her, she didn’t really feel anything.

The floor opened up in front of them both shaking Sarah from her focus and she carefull wheeled Matilda out towards the reception desk. They avoided waking her up to ask her more of the same questions she’d answered ten times already and Sarah was ushered into a quiet room around the corner and whispered a soft “goodbye” to her before leaving her in peace.

*

“You were great back there.” Greg said, siding up to her in the locker room. He was wrapping up his scrubs into a plastic bag and shoving them in to the bottom, of his rucksack. It wasn’t the designed one she’d seen the other day. She had also noticed he stopped wearing ties, too. He acted a little more relaxed, like he was trying to fit in.

“Just trying to keep things moving.” She shrugged. “You have a fan in Matilda by the way. She was singing your praises on the ward.”

“Ha, that’s cute. She was sweet, wasn’t she? I hope she gets some rest up there.” He pulled his watch from his trouser pocket and began clipping it back around his wrist. “You should really think about going back to Med School by the way. Can’t understand why you stopped. We could do with more level-headed people out there.”

That took her by surprise. She didn’t know what to say when her parents had asked her the same thing so Greg wouldn’t be in much more luck now. “Just...time. Money. I guess I was ready to just get out of there and work.”

“Yeh, I get it.” He grabbed his jacket from the hanger. “You can tell me to butt out but it’s not that hard, the entry exam. Hell, if I managed it, anyone can.”

Sarah wasn’t keen on progressing this line of conversation at 1 o’clock in the morning, and she couldn’t much make out Greg’s features through her growing tiredness. He still seemed bizarrely chipper.

“I know someone on the board up in New York. i could probably get you on the entry test easily enough, if you fancied giving it a go.” He grabbed his bag. “You’ve got some fans here and you worked through those patients like an expert. It’s something to think about at least.” He smiled at her before backing out of the room almost as quickly as he’d arrived.

Sarah was left pondering his words for a second before Audrey emerged from the shower, towel loosely wrapped around her as she attempted to carry half a CVS shelf in her arms. A second earlier and Greg would have been treated to a wonderful sight.

“What did Greg say? Is he going back to school?”

“No, but he thinks I should. Try getting me M.D. again.”

“Yeh? Think you will? ‘Cos I am all for balancing out the gender pool in this place.”

Sarah laughed, tying her shoelaces. “Honestly, it hadn’t much crossed my mind. I don’t think I could handle the pressure and being in school for another four years.”

Audrey raised an eyebrow. “Honey, I know you well enough to know you like a challenge. Plus there’s ways of working around the studies. You know full well you could handle it.”

“Greg knows someone on the board apparently. Said it would be easy for me to at least try the entry test again.”

“Knows a guy, does he? And what will you do for him in return?” Audrey could never be accused of being backwards in coming forwards.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Can he not just be a nice guy? Honestly, I think I’m warming to him. You should have seen him with this old lady today.”

Audrey side-eyed her and began rubbing moisturiser on her lower leg currently balanced on the chair in front of her. “He’s got you sussed then. Playing nice with little old people always gets in your good books.”

Sarah chose to ignore the implication and gathered her hoodie. “I love you, Audrey. Get home safe. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

*

“Sarah!”

The voice was clear, not quite a shout, and came from seemingly nowhere in the dark. She stood still on the drizzly sidewalk, the hospital gradually disappearing behind her in the heavy rain. She made little effort to stay for long; she was tired and she wanted her bed, so she turned to carry on walking home.

“Sarah, wait up,” came the voice again, a little more recognisable this time. She turned around just in time to see Chris paving towards her, his light grey hoodie spotted with raindrops.

“Chris?” she blinked a few times. “What the hell are you doing here?” It was a fair question; his flight wasn’t due to land until the early morning and she was pretty sure Scott assumed he was collecting him from the airport.

“I left early. God, you walk fast.” He stopped a few feet in front of her feighing breathlessness but she knew better. He could probably run a marathon right about now with energy to spare. Upon closer inspection, he looked shattered and the dark circles under his eyes gave away that he hadn’t slept much. 

“How long have you been waiting her?”

“Not long.” He lied. “Shan said you were staying later ‘cos of the accident so I just pulled up around the corner. You OK?”

Lines clearly marked his face with worry and when she finally realised what was going on, she nodded slowly. “Yeh. Yeh, I’m OK. It’s been a long day is all. Can’t complain really. Not compared to...” she motioned back towards the ambulance bay.

He turned back briefly in the direction she was looking. People were still milling around outside, puffing on cigarettes and talking on their phones. “Yeh, I bet. I saw the news, it looks awful. I can’t imagine how tough it’s been.”

Another pause. It didn’t seem right that he was here. “Night shift have taken over now so I’m just gonna try get some rest and come back in the morning.” She half-smiled at him, still not fully taking him in as he stood mere feet in front of her, his hands balled into the front pockets of his jeans.

“Fuck. Shanna said he was drunk at the wheel.”

“I don’t know. I haven’t been paying much attention to the news.”

“No, yeh, of course. Sorry, I was just....I don’t know.” he snickered to himself awkwardly. He should have thought better than accosting her on the street in the middle of the night when she looked like she’d rather be anywhere else than standing there.

“Let me give you a lift home. Get there faster.”

“No, it’s OK. I’d prefer the walk.”

“Come on, Sarah. You’ll catch a cold out here and it’s dark and I don’t want you getting hurt.” He turned to take a step back in the direction of his car, half insisting but half worrying she was going to stubbornly reject his offer. “Please? I’m just down there.”

He was right and Sarah was glad to take the weight off her feet. She walked a little behind him until they reached his Audi and she removed her back from where it had been slung across her body and released a noticeable sigh as she sat down inside the vehicle. He put the seat heaters on and she felt the warmth gradually travel up her back and down her legs. 

“You been on your feet all day?” he enquired, looking across to see her lean her head back on the headrest, closing her eyes. The rain was coming down hard and blurring the windscreen but he wasn’t in any hurry to set off the wipers or start the car. He allowed her to sit for a moment, gathering her thoughts in what was probably the first moment of peace she’d had all day. She looked exhausted. “I take it you haven’t have a break?”

She shook her head slowly. “Time goes quickly when you’re busy.”

“i know that feeling.” he smiled at her. “Have you eaten anything?”

She shook her head slowly once more but she wasn’t altogether that hungry. Just tired. Just wanting to take off her shoes and lie down somewhere quiet for a few hours. It really didn’t matter where so long as it was dark. There were people currently inside who wouldn’t get that luxury for some time yet. “I could do with a drink.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Yeh? What were you thinking? We could easily grab some beer on the way.”

“Or whiskey. Something strong and warm. Might knock me out for a while.” she chuckled to herself not expecting to be taken seriously. He watched her look at the rain falling onto the windscreen in front of them. Exhaustion was radiating from her body and before he knew what he was doing, he reached his hand out to tuck strands of wet hair behind her ear.

“I have some at mine.” He offered. She leaned her head to one side to look at him, moments passing that felt longer than they were. He looked just as tired and would no doubt crash out as soon as he got home. It seemed wrong to disturb him.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She decided, somewhat unconvincingly. Somebody here should be at least trying to think straight.

“I didn’t say it was a good idea.” he didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. “But you need a drink and I have plenty.”

She felt her resolve waiver the more time passed and the more they continued to look at each other. it could very well be the fatigue that was enveloping her and preventing her from thinking straight but she was finding it harder and harder to pull herself away. The last few messages exchanged between them that week proved the energy had shifted and no matter what they intended, things were not the same anymore. And she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

*

#chris evans #chris fic #evans fic #clear the area #sarah bernette #chris evans x original female character

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March List of demands for event to occur March 25th 2017...

March 10th  2017,   170458 demands

 List of demands rough draft (so  this is small scale like what I would demand from my case in specific)

Sorry for the length I’d rather be thorough because people will ask WHY to anything anyone demands… so to save the time I wanted to go ahead and get you all the raw thoughts for the rough draft. but i can make it try to sound professional if you need me to in a final draft ?

 I still plan to work with BSU and Isla Vista as a community(as discussed with DJ and PAOLA) to turn in a list of demands for this community that will make that greater/physical change. But that’s after more outreach and gathering of stories and projected demands from people here and on campus org's that do face injustices or issues that can be addressed or presented through a collective community presented list of demands.

 Me though … I don’t really know what to demand

(1)         Public acknowledgment in IV with this ‘townhall’ and an official laminated letter with signatures from representatives from every department where I faced hardships; acknowledging that this was NOT the best way to handle a human.  

* I need someone to take accountability in public, because though I do get it in those rare private instances If I have to say publicly what I have been through, I would like for them to bare themselves in public as well…

(2)         S.I.E. training ( I don’t like the acronym or the term survivor really so maybe I’ll think of something more fitting for myself) but Survivors initial encounter training, is what it’d stand for. And basically it’s a training to put the HUMAN back behind the badge, degree, and scrubs. A lot of time a uniform can take over a person’s ego and destroy the human aspect. So how we here have a lot of badges, ranks, and uniforms walking around Isla Vista trying to protect the community from ‘hard core criminals’…it’s just not that deep. They patrol a University and CC community that’s 23k deep and less than two miles so they forget they’re dealing with real ass humans. People’s children, and people who don’t always come with guns to shoot, but we DO have a whole lot of misguided individuals who are perverse in mind, action, and behavior. These are young adults coming straight from high school with new found freedoms, temptations, and demons. So they’re( these officers) fighting a whole different kind of war in their imaginations…they’re not addressing the multitude. And that’s why this rape culture can and has manifested how it has. Because instead of addressing the silent gas leak that’s eventually going to cause this place to be a culture and lifeless rape accepting party unincorporated area that’s feared and negatively stigmatized permanently, they are focused on ‘protecting’ us from SERIOUS DANGERS that CAN EVENTUALLY lurk…

** this is a MATCH to the citizen’s academy( I’m totally taking it just because), which is described as an 8 week interactive course from 6-9pm(April 5th-May 17th) where we are taught how to deal with active shooters and police stuff )

My ideas with this training

So this training should be mandatory for anyone a survivor may come in contact with. But definitely the officers, its ( education for education* then we can all deal with one another -that’s what they are quoted saying well the liaison-)

·         Possible pairing with SBRCC staff/advocates, CARE, & survivors,  and [ IVFP UCPD GVCH SPBD SBSO GSO and local survivors.] And come up with plans and procedures to change…

 - Attack and end to the question WHAT IS YOUR CASE ABOUT? Change it to WHAT IS YOUR CASE NUMBER?.

*Let it be my decision to say what is my case about after you ask my case number. But never ask me what is my case about, especially when first meeting me

-DNA evidence, make it clear if you don’t need it tell me not to bring it in, don’t have me assuming you need it due to a lack of communication and humiliate myself bringing it in.

* applies to all* but is inside of the case.

-Scheduled weekly or (case specific) case updates. Calls from detectives, or even people inside of these departments, have someone else call or email. Just check in.

* Keep open line of communication, so we feel like we are being protected and not ignored. Because bottom line is a lack of communication leads people to panic, we’re either being not heard or ignored. And basic instinct when you are not being heard is to GET LOUDER, and basic instinct when you are being ignored is to GO ELSEWHERE for help with what you need.  And in my case that led to me releasing my video, case number, and information. … ( but that is also credited to the not keeping of deadlines)

- Updates on deadlines. If it changes, let me know SIMPLE AS THAT.

*Communication takes 2 seconds ( I am away and will be back…) I typed that in less than a minute… IT helps with a peace of mind. This community is tooooo small for it to be expected for someone to live in such close proximity of someone who had committed a crime specifically to his/her body; and be advised not to have a restraining order but to be silent; yet to have little to NO communication with anyone pertaining to her case. Instead of assuming an entire station is too busy to return a call for weeks… My mind instantly goes to I AM being ignored by an Entire station, I must go above the station.

-All of these concerns and trainings should be addressed through workshops and actively working hand in hand with the SBRCC advocates and survivors; the workshops and classes and how we feel is fit to teach them and address those concerns is how we shall present them. Just like however they present their citizen’s academy.

(3)         Continued counseling and psychological services for at least 7 years.

* ( hopefully I’m done with my educational dreams by then) But yeah, and not just CAPS like I want someone in my area wherever I end up I want this city? Area? University? Someone to follow me wherever this journey takes me with a psychologist plan where I can always be guaranteed someone to vent to especially since I may be fighting for common sense within systems and having to assist with change within them for years to come)

(4)         Annual monthly meetings…with an email, community text, and physically posted, Sheriff’s station crime statistic update.

The actual meeting should be in the form of townhall 2hrs tops on a week or weekend night.  WE SEND REPS they send reps and the community comes. Each month new reps lead it each month new officers represent the IVFP so we see all the faces In IVFP eventually, and they address everyone who comes from the community; just like they meet ALL of the leaders of active voices in IV. And also ALL of these leaders in IV get to address their concerns and have that platform. . so what maybe the leaders use a week and go into the community hear concerns come up with a list bring it up to IVFP at each meeting and have people from the community address the concerns of the officers as well then let’s see what the officers have to say about it, TOGETHER OUR REP and those officer REPS come up or provide resolutions and projected timelines, or just make meetings to discuss and attack. Then at the end as a community, we give a community update or commentary, and the officers give their crime info and updates.   = that’s my VISION if we wanna try to get some form of ‘comfortable communications’ going with anyone in a uniform willingly perpetuating the unjust dehumanization within this ‘legal /justice system= they gotta come to my level, and let people in this community teach and speak to them since they police OUR community.

*The community text, email, physical post* = So having It can be as vague or as detailed, but tell us what’s really good, what is going on in our community, how many reported active shooters?, bomb scares, sexual assaults, robberies… where did they happen, Any good news? New officers, new additions to the station, any news with the officers, they need prayer fam? They praying for us? Events coming us?  (( they main concern is we don’t care and we don’t have a community because we don’t talk to them… BET))

(5)         Transfer of Schools, and help creating and executing my extended education plan. With all of this going on I haven’t had the time like other student do TO have thought of that plan. So at this point I think they can go ahead and PLAN AND ASSIST, be that financially, with letters of recommendation, definitely TUTORING if I have to take more math courses, and whatever else may come up.

*But yeah this for sure altered my life in MAD ways, be it financially, emotionally, physically, mentally, even my hamsters be neglected sometimes… I’m not complaining I’m just saying an EYE FOR AN EYE. Help me, help you, help ME, since I’m Helping YOU.

(6)         Counseling for my mom and dad

* Not couples counseling or sessions together, but at least 10 individual sessions each or whatever someone can give .. I’M NOT TAKING LESS THAN 7 SESSIONS EACH, and I know they mean more than only seven sessions. So I’ll start with indefinite …then negotiate.  They totally need it.

(7)         The UCPD and IVFP males and Females… parents or non-parents come up with a group amongst themselves that they lead monthly or however it goes, and as parents create events and invite the community to them.

Come as real people and address your concerns for us as ‘PARENTS’ ( since every one is ,….” As a parent I want my child to xyz…; but as an officer, as a doctor, it is my DUTY blah blah)” … well I want these parents, non-parents, and just genuinely ‘caring’ adults with uniforms, badges, …maybe even add the scrubs, and degrees; to do their own community service out here.  We have events and post them up all the time, it’s not that they are not invited, ((maybe not wanted)) but they can show up in Plain clothes and be a part of the community with us… Also this will help make people not be scared to report, so that I know if something happens why it is so important for me to report ahead of time, instead of after getting raped and while you’re shoving your beliefs and guilt trip down my throat while I am trying to take control of a situation I had no control or memory of. I’M panicking you’re Panicking Let's eliminate or lessen the possibility of the PANICS and MISCOMMUNICATIONS, and humiliation,  with fluid community outreach. *outreach= preventative measures taken before a splinter is revealed as a plank;pluck it now G* Between community and resource, BY these resource offices. all in PLAIN CLOTHES. IV is super small it is ALL POSSIBLE if people CARE forreal how they portray they do. If NOT OH WELL I wash my hands of it. But I can only TRY

(8)        LIGHTS/ ILLUMINATION/ GLOW STICKS/ HELL something ON SLOUGH ROAD,

*This is a damned if I DO damned if I DON’T situation. It makes no sense to tell a DEVEREUX employee it is sketch that they are driving on a dark road at night. We get off at night, & go in at night at all times actually sooo… it’s not our choice to go down the dark road, it’s an only option… they made it and have kept it pitch black. I used to walk to work with a flashlight at 11pm during my first year, until we made an alternate walking route. So now I drive with high beams at night*correction because of this and an additional situation with UCPD I no longer work at night at all complete schedule change from my 3+ year norm)

But…DON’T MAKE IT TOO LIGHT where we can’t see the stars and the beautiful view(light pollution). But make it light enough that I can see joggers in the fog. Plus my residents, they fear that road, and some like to go for walks but can’t do night walks. This should be a right of theirs as it is of ours if they want to go walk and stare at the stars from that area by the lagoon they should have a safe lit road to walk on to reach it. Also in this process DO NOT TOUCH THE NATIVE AMERICAN GARDEN that is there. AND IF THEY DO NOT WANT LIGHTS IN THAT SPECIFIC AREA around their garden DO NOT ADD THEM, BUT IF THEY DO …IMPROVE THEIR LIGHTING as well they put some lights for now.

 Sooo I thought of other demands kinda smaller scare if the case specific demands fit more for the greater isla vista demands .

  Like for this list instead of the mandatory training being for MY case specific demands . That can be for GOING FORWARD WITH IV AS a community since it'll take a lot of planning and some time to create classes workshops and all but IS POSSIBLE .

 So in the meantime an immediate change implemented can be they are required to bare minimum take courses at UCSB SOC 1 with Avery Gordon definite possibility it's BASIC .they don't have to take up seats in lectures but all readings midterms Sections and finals should be mandatory for officers working here because that class goes over important information that educates on the SYSTEM & ON INJUSTICE . They only learn how to protect and serve and should be accountable for having knowledge on the system they have entered. I'm sure there are other key courses.

 And another demand I fashoo want my parking ticket erased especially since it was a safety concern .im actually meeting and bringing attention to that today with the ONE officer who I could speak with so I'll seee where that goes either way I'll take it to court lol.its not expensive it's the principal though if I'm doing something to ensure my safety because my community is unsafe and lacks resources , respect that.

  I think you point out the problem, come with proposed resolutions, address the concerns with the necessary individuals, present your proposed resolutions, go through negotiations,,, reach a consensus …. Give the new plan a trial run…long enough to document results …and if ultimately it doesn’t work try again until you get it.