I'm Alissa. You already know my age. I live in Iowa. I go to college in Cedar Falls, IA. I'm from Des Moines. And my dad lives in Omaha, Nebraska. So I float amongst that triangle: Cedar Falls, Des Moines, Omaha. Of the three, Omaha is definitely my favorite. I'm looking for a job there. Which brings me to: I'm a future cop. You can crack the donut jokes but I've heard them all before. I'm at the stage now where I'm about 2 seconds away from starting to mass apply. Becoming a cop is not your normal interview. This is probably my most stressful time in the entire process which is probably why I have a journal. I gotta vent. I have over 500 hours of ride-along time in major cities and the county where I am from which is just south of the Des Moines Metro area. I Interned there and while interning was involved in a high speed pursuit 100+ mph. The guy hit stop sticks, gave up, and ran his car into a tree. He survived, but I got to help land a helicopter. That was a rush. There's adrenaline and there's THAT. I currently work at the Cedar Falls Police Department where I am basically a paid intern. I assist officers and man the front desk. I love helping people, but as you can probably imagine, in a college town I have more stories about drunks doing stupid things than protect'n'serve stuff.
I have five younger siblings. Christian is 15. Ashley is 14. Nick is 10. Sophia is 2. And Caden is 1. Caden has a disability. He was pulled out by his head at birth (by a doctor who I would love to meet in a dark alley) and sustained damage to his right shoulder. Two major surgeries later it is about 90% we think, but I can tell it hurts him and bothers him which kills me. We're in the process of a lawsuit which we're told is 110% going to go in our favor. My siblings mean the world to me. I love nothing else to the extent, magnitude, intensity as I love those five kids. Every day with them is an adventure and I try to spend as much time as possible with them. They also drain my wallet. But it's just money. You don't get to take it with you when you die.
I'm a baseball fanatic. I'm quiet, a self-described introvert. It takes me awhile to warm up to things. I never really got into drinking aside from a few stray parties in my early college days where I apparently attempted to climb a light pole and ran around in a corn field from my friends. Yeah. I still haven't heard the end of that one. I am a Midwest girl. I once thought it was lame to be from here but now I'm starting to appreciate it. And no, it's not all corn fields here (not potatoes that's Idaho, try to keep up). Yes, we have indoor plumbing. And actually, no, I don't know a single farmer.
Why am I looking for new LJ friends?
The PD is really boring on a Tuesday morning at 3 a.m. in a college town, trust me. And because I want to!