20035279 #29
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A - 3rd hour
10 December 2009
Insert Title Here
I dragged my semi-conscious body through the heavy, gray school doors, the wind slamming them shut behind me. Though inside, I could still hear the wind howling violently, causing the trees to wave their arms around wildly. Any signs of nature life seemed like a distant memory as the snow covered most of the ground, hiding what was left of the grass. As I proceeded to head to class, I noticed the teacher and security guard that usually stood outside the office were not there today. Not thinking much of the absent teachers, I continued down to C pod and made it into my classroom just as the bell sounded for class to start.
Plopping my belongings right along the edge of my desk, I took a seat in my chair and reached into my bag for my math folder. After rummaging around in my bag for a couple seconds, my hand finally connected with the smooth surface of my math folder. My fingers closed around the folder and with a small tug the folder slid free. As I found the homework from last night and placed it onto my desk, I look up, taking notice that the teacher had not yet entered the room. Strange… I thought, curiously. He’s usually always here before any of us are… So where is he?
Looking around, I could see that I was not the only one who had taken notice that our teacher was absent. Many of my classmates had started up conversations about the absent teacher, letting their imagination run free. I could hear stories ranging from being abducted and taken hostage by aliens to Seconds passed quickly soon turning into minutes, five minutes to ten minutes, ten to fifteen, yet the teacher still had not arrived. One of my classmates had decided to take action and go next door to try to find out where our teacher had gone. A couple minutes later, he returned with a puzzled look on his face. My class went silent as he started to speak; “The teacher next door isn’t there either… and neither are any of the teachers or staff in the building…”
As the realization of no teachers or adults hit my class, a frenzy erupted. Loud excited talking and scraping chairs echoed off the walls of the small classroom, making everything seem ten times louder. Kids were reaching into their bags, pulling out their cell phones, and calling their parents to deliver the news. The halls soon started to fill up with students exiting the building, deciding to return home because of no teachers. I had already called my dad and informed him of the situation at school, and he would soon be there to pick me up. Packing up my belongings, I looked down at my phone to see a call coming from my dad, notifying me that he had arrived. With one last glance at my classroom, I exited the building just as hundreds of other students had done a couple minutes before…
I bolted up in bed and quickly looked over at my clock. It read “6:05 a.m.” Sighing, I laid back in bed and thought about the dream I just had. That would be so amazing if that really happened, I thought, a small smile creeping on my face. As I got up to get ready for school, the thought of my dream still lingered in my mind. Arriving at the school and swinging open the heavy, gray doors, I passed the office and took notice that the security guard and teacher that usually stood there were not there today…
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
DONEEEE
2003279 #29
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A
5 December 2009
Make a Difference
A couple tears shed, a comforting touch, and a smile here and there. My anger and sadness mitigated as I watched his face intently listening to me rant on and on about my problem. I knew I would always have him to turn to whenever anything went wrong, and that itself meant the world. Everyone has someone they admire and look up to, whether it a friend, a family member, or anyone else in their life. Although there are many people in my life have influenced me to become the person I am today, I give my friend, Marvic Malabanan, the most credit. Though most adolescents would look up to their family and parents as role models, I have always looked up to the honest, helpful, and modest friend that I have known for almost my entire life. He and I have spent most of our lives together, and it is because of this very reason that I can say that I know Marvic’s personality and his greatest assets and qualities almost as well as I know the back of my hand.
Though Marvic has unlimited great qualities, the fact that he is a great listener and will listen to any problem or situation in anyone’s life is one of the most favorable. In an instant without hesitation, Marvic will listen to and give feedback about any situation without being biased. These days, I have found it hard for anyone not to judge in a situation, and because Marvic can resist being biased, it makes it easier for anyone to talk to him. Personally, I have spent many hours with Marvic talking about everything; from school to college to boyfriends and much more, all of which included plenty of feedback and encouragement. Without a doubt, I can honestly call Marvic the most sincere and honest person I know.
I emphatically appreciate Marvic's honesty and trustworthiness as other qualities I see in him. Never before have I known Marvic to lie about anything or to anyone. Although sometimes the truth can hurt, Marvic always finds a way around the harsh and painful words, and delivers the bad news as gently as possible. Secrets and private information are also something’s I would never regret or doubt trusting him with. When he gives word that the private information will never make it to anyone else’s ears, any further questioning subsides. Honesty and trustworthiness is a quality of Marvic’s that I completely admire.
Out of all the people in my life, Marvic is among the greatest and strongest people that I have met, and I am very grateful for his presence. Being friends with Marvic helps me to become a better person inside and out. Though he also has weaknesses, his strengths overpower any disparagements about him. Admiring his strengths and even weaknesses, I someday hope to become more like the friend that I have known for almost my entire life, in high hopes that people will see some of Marvic’s qualities in myself.
Describe a close friend. What do you respect or admire about this person, and why? What do you think your friendship with this person says about you? **(Ohio State, 2008) **
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A
5 December 2009
Make a Difference
A couple tears shed, a comforting touch, and a smile here and there. My anger and sadness mitigated as I watched his face intently listening to me rant on and on about my problem. I knew I would always have him to turn to whenever anything went wrong, and that itself meant the world. Everyone has someone they admire and look up to, whether it a friend, a family member, or anyone else in their life. Although there are many people in my life have influenced me to become the person I am today, I give my friend, Marvic Malabanan, the most credit. Though most adolescents would look up to their family and parents as role models, I have always looked up to the honest, helpful, and modest friend that I have known for almost my entire life. He and I have spent most of our lives together, and it is because of this very reason that I can say that I know Marvic’s personality and his greatest assets and qualities almost as well as I know the back of my hand.
Though Marvic has unlimited great qualities, the fact that he is a great listener and will listen to any problem or situation in anyone’s life is one of the most favorable. In an instant without hesitation, Marvic will listen to and give feedback about any situation without being biased. These days, I have found it hard for anyone not to judge in a situation, and because Marvic can resist being biased, it makes it easier for anyone to talk to him. Personally, I have spent many hours with Marvic talking about everything; from school to college to boyfriends and much more, all of which included plenty of feedback and encouragement. Without a doubt, I can honestly call Marvic the most sincere and honest person I know.
I emphatically appreciate Marvic's honesty and trustworthiness as other qualities I see in him. Never before have I known Marvic to lie about anything or to anyone. Although sometimes the truth can hurt, Marvic always finds a way around the harsh and painful words, and delivers the bad news as gently as possible. Secrets and private information are also something’s I would never regret or doubt trusting him with. When he gives word that the private information will never make it to anyone else’s ears, any further questioning subsides. Honesty and trustworthiness is a quality of Marvic’s that I completely admire.
Out of all the people in my life, Marvic is among the greatest and strongest people that I have met, and I am very grateful for his presence. Being friends with Marvic helps me to become a better person inside and out. Though he also has weaknesses, his strengths overpower any disparagements about him. Admiring his strengths and even weaknesses, I someday hope to become more like the friend that I have known for almost my entire life, in high hopes that people will see some of Marvic’s qualities in myself.
Describe a close friend. What do you respect or admire about this person, and why? What do you think your friendship with this person says about you? **(Ohio State, 2008) **
Saturday, December 5, 2009
marvic malabanan :D
2003279 #29
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A
5 December 2009 ¬
Make a Difference
First paragraph!
Although many people in my life have influenced me to become the person I am today, I give my friend, Marvic Malabanan, the most credit. Though most adolescents would look up to their family and parents as role models, I have always looked up to the honest, helpful, and modest friend that I have known for almost my entire life. (INSERT “BEING CLOSEST FRIENDS HERE”). It is because of this very reason that I can say that I know Marvic’s personality and his greatest assets and qualities almost as well as I know the back of my hand. (……………)
Though Marvic has unlimited great qualities, the fact that he is a great listener and will listen to any problem or situation in anyone’s life is one of the most favorable. In an instant without hesitation, Marvic will listen to and give feedback about a situation without being biased. These days, I have found it hard for anyone not to judge in a situation, and because Marvic can resist being biased, it makes it easier for anyone to tell him their problems. (anything, something, … etc?). Personally, I have spent many hours with Marvic talking about life, __________________________________________________.
Mrs. M. Turner
Advanced Composition A
5 December 2009 ¬
Make a Difference
First paragraph!
Although many people in my life have influenced me to become the person I am today, I give my friend, Marvic Malabanan, the most credit. Though most adolescents would look up to their family and parents as role models, I have always looked up to the honest, helpful, and modest friend that I have known for almost my entire life. (INSERT “BEING CLOSEST FRIENDS HERE”). It is because of this very reason that I can say that I know Marvic’s personality and his greatest assets and qualities almost as well as I know the back of my hand. (……………)
Though Marvic has unlimited great qualities, the fact that he is a great listener and will listen to any problem or situation in anyone’s life is one of the most favorable. In an instant without hesitation, Marvic will listen to and give feedback about a situation without being biased. These days, I have found it hard for anyone not to judge in a situation, and because Marvic can resist being biased, it makes it easier for anyone to tell him their problems. (anything, something, … etc?). Personally, I have spent many hours with Marvic talking about life, __________________________________________________.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
John Fiorenza
Honorable Johnathan Mathis
17th Round Table
Federal Building
54862 Main Street
Tallahassee, Florida
October 27, 1936
Anne Tam
5th hour
Sentencing Letter
Dear Judge Mathis,
Recently, there has been a case that has been all the talk at my office. The jury has decided to prosecute John Fiorenza, in the murder of Nancy Titterton. I would like to ask you for a sentence suited for Mr. Fiorenza.
On Good Friday, 1936, two furniture men that were returning a couch that had been under repair, climbed the stairs to the Titterton's fourth-floor apartment. When they found the front door ajar, one of the furniture men, Theodore Kruger, called out into the home. When he got no response, his partner and he cautiously made their way into the small apartment. Inside, they saw one of the beds showed signs of disorder, a disheveled bedspread, and clothing was strewn carelessly on the floor. When they saw a light in the bathroom, Kruger slowly opened the door to reveal Nancy Titerton lying face down in an empty bath. Nancy was nude except for her rolled-down stockings. It appeared she had been st ranged with her own pajama jacket.
As the inspection went on for the murderer, Chief Inspector John Lyons became more and more puzzled. Everything pointed to this murder being a planned one, however, the killer had brought the cord with him and taken it away. Nancy Titterton was a timid woman, and would most likely not admit a stranger into the apartment, so either the killer had broken in or she knew him.
After careful inspection, a strand of stiff white hair that was barely half an inch long was found on a stitch of the bedspread. Under a microscope, it was found to be horsehair, of the type used for stuffing furniture. When Lyons obtained a sample of horsehair from the couch being repaired, he found them to be identical. Under more research, Lyon found it to be from one of the repair men.
Lyon visited Kruger at his upholstery shop. Upon further interrogation, Lyon found out that Fiorenza had been late to work on Good Friday. When pushed for more, Kruger admitted that Fiorenza had a checkered past, also, when they looked through his records, they found he had been diagnosed as delusional and prone to wild fantasies.
Lyon later found the evidence he was looking for on April 17: the piece of twine found beneath Nancy Titterton's body. When Fiorenza was brought in for questioning, he finally confessed to killing Nancy because she had refused to have intercourse with him.
In closing, i would like to point out that John Fiorenza is a delusional murderer. Although his crime consisted of only one murder so far, we believe that Fiorenza would continue to kill if agitated, and should be either put into prison for life, or given the death sentence. Such an act must be brought to justice.
Sincerely,
Anne Tam
State Prosecutor
17th Round Table
Federal Building
54862 Main Street
Tallahassee, Florida
October 27, 1936
Anne Tam
5th hour
Sentencing Letter
Dear Judge Mathis,
Recently, there has been a case that has been all the talk at my office. The jury has decided to prosecute John Fiorenza, in the murder of Nancy Titterton. I would like to ask you for a sentence suited for Mr. Fiorenza.
On Good Friday, 1936, two furniture men that were returning a couch that had been under repair, climbed the stairs to the Titterton's fourth-floor apartment. When they found the front door ajar, one of the furniture men, Theodore Kruger, called out into the home. When he got no response, his partner and he cautiously made their way into the small apartment. Inside, they saw one of the beds showed signs of disorder, a disheveled bedspread, and clothing was strewn carelessly on the floor. When they saw a light in the bathroom, Kruger slowly opened the door to reveal Nancy Titerton lying face down in an empty bath. Nancy was nude except for her rolled-down stockings. It appeared she had been st ranged with her own pajama jacket.
As the inspection went on for the murderer, Chief Inspector John Lyons became more and more puzzled. Everything pointed to this murder being a planned one, however, the killer had brought the cord with him and taken it away. Nancy Titterton was a timid woman, and would most likely not admit a stranger into the apartment, so either the killer had broken in or she knew him.
After careful inspection, a strand of stiff white hair that was barely half an inch long was found on a stitch of the bedspread. Under a microscope, it was found to be horsehair, of the type used for stuffing furniture. When Lyons obtained a sample of horsehair from the couch being repaired, he found them to be identical. Under more research, Lyon found it to be from one of the repair men.
Lyon visited Kruger at his upholstery shop. Upon further interrogation, Lyon found out that Fiorenza had been late to work on Good Friday. When pushed for more, Kruger admitted that Fiorenza had a checkered past, also, when they looked through his records, they found he had been diagnosed as delusional and prone to wild fantasies.
Lyon later found the evidence he was looking for on April 17: the piece of twine found beneath Nancy Titterton's body. When Fiorenza was brought in for questioning, he finally confessed to killing Nancy because she had refused to have intercourse with him.
In closing, i would like to point out that John Fiorenza is a delusional murderer. Although his crime consisted of only one murder so far, we believe that Fiorenza would continue to kill if agitated, and should be either put into prison for life, or given the death sentence. Such an act must be brought to justice.
Sincerely,
Anne Tam
State Prosecutor
Monday, November 23, 2009
college essay
20035279 #29
Mrs. M Turner
Advanced Composition A – Fifth hour
23 April 2009
A Change in Life
We have all had someone in our lives that influence us and help us be better people, but there is usually one specific person that we all look up to and admire and hope to be more like that person when we grow up. Although there are many people that fit that description in a person's life, there is usually one specific person that is looked up to the most. We all have different people to look up to, but there is always someone there to look up to and admire, no matter what kind of person they are.
Although there are many people in my life that influence me to be who I am today, and there are many people that I look up to and admire, there is only one person that I truly can look up to, and that is my friend Marvic Malabanan. Marvic and I have known each other for our entire lives, and he is one of my closest friends. Because of this reason, I know Marvic’s personality and most of his greatest qualities. I can honestly say that Marvic is the nicest person that I know; always worrying about everyone and making sure not to say the wrong words and hurt others feelings. He truly is a great person.
One of Marvic’s greatest qualities is that he is always there to listen to problems and situations in one’s life. He will drop everything he is doing and immediately listen to what the person is telling him and honestly try his hardest to help them through their problem without being too biased. These days, hardly anyone can listen to a problem or situation without trying to side with one side or another. However, Marvic disregards the “sides” and just tells you what he thinks is right and what should be done to solve the problem. Also, he is just a great person to talk to about life. Personally, I have spent many hours with Marvic just talking about everything and nothing. I would have to say this is his greatest quality; to be able to have fun and talk about life as if it was just another problem in someone’s daily life.
Another one of Marvic’s qualities that I really admire is his ability to not talk bad about anyone. These days, it is hard to find someone that is not caught up in the gossip and bad mouthing of friends and even strangers. If caught bad mouthing or talking about someone, Marvic will personally intervene and say why he thinks it is wrong to talk about a person in such a manner. Although sometimes it is hard to talk about someone without bad mouthing them or saying what is disliked about the person, being around Marvic makes me a better person overall because if I am always talking bad or bad mouthing someone, I will soon be at that end of the line; having people talk bad about me. However, Marvic keeps me and everyone else around him in line so they do not start going down that wrong road in life and seeing everything negatively.
Overall, I believe that Marvic Malabanan is one of the greatest people that I know. He is strong, and he knows what is right. I am glad to have known him for so long and to be so close to him. Admiring all of his strengths and weaknesses, I someday hope to be more like him and have people see me the way they see him; the one they can go to for all their problems and life situations without hesitating to ask. I believe Marvic and I will be great friends forever, and I am glad to have met him back when we were in preschool.
Mrs. M Turner
Advanced Composition A – Fifth hour
23 April 2009
A Change in Life
We have all had someone in our lives that influence us and help us be better people, but there is usually one specific person that we all look up to and admire and hope to be more like that person when we grow up. Although there are many people that fit that description in a person's life, there is usually one specific person that is looked up to the most. We all have different people to look up to, but there is always someone there to look up to and admire, no matter what kind of person they are.
Although there are many people in my life that influence me to be who I am today, and there are many people that I look up to and admire, there is only one person that I truly can look up to, and that is my friend Marvic Malabanan. Marvic and I have known each other for our entire lives, and he is one of my closest friends. Because of this reason, I know Marvic’s personality and most of his greatest qualities. I can honestly say that Marvic is the nicest person that I know; always worrying about everyone and making sure not to say the wrong words and hurt others feelings. He truly is a great person.
One of Marvic’s greatest qualities is that he is always there to listen to problems and situations in one’s life. He will drop everything he is doing and immediately listen to what the person is telling him and honestly try his hardest to help them through their problem without being too biased. These days, hardly anyone can listen to a problem or situation without trying to side with one side or another. However, Marvic disregards the “sides” and just tells you what he thinks is right and what should be done to solve the problem. Also, he is just a great person to talk to about life. Personally, I have spent many hours with Marvic just talking about everything and nothing. I would have to say this is his greatest quality; to be able to have fun and talk about life as if it was just another problem in someone’s daily life.
Another one of Marvic’s qualities that I really admire is his ability to not talk bad about anyone. These days, it is hard to find someone that is not caught up in the gossip and bad mouthing of friends and even strangers. If caught bad mouthing or talking about someone, Marvic will personally intervene and say why he thinks it is wrong to talk about a person in such a manner. Although sometimes it is hard to talk about someone without bad mouthing them or saying what is disliked about the person, being around Marvic makes me a better person overall because if I am always talking bad or bad mouthing someone, I will soon be at that end of the line; having people talk bad about me. However, Marvic keeps me and everyone else around him in line so they do not start going down that wrong road in life and seeing everything negatively.
Overall, I believe that Marvic Malabanan is one of the greatest people that I know. He is strong, and he knows what is right. I am glad to have known him for so long and to be so close to him. Admiring all of his strengths and weaknesses, I someday hope to be more like him and have people see me the way they see him; the one they can go to for all their problems and life situations without hesitating to ask. I believe Marvic and I will be great friends forever, and I am glad to have met him back when we were in preschool.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
english paper
As the soft dinging of the school bell sounded, I quickly gathered my things together and crammed them into my bag. I rose from my cool, plastic seat as I picked up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Rushing to the door, I waited impatiently for my friend to make his way over to me. The seconds seemed like hours as I stood waiting, the minutes for the walk we had to make slowly decreasing. I had to be so lucky as to go to a school district that requires me to walk back and forth between three schools. I thought, sarcastically. Can't wait till it starts snowing. When my friend finally reached me, I shot him a scowl before turning toward the door and exiting.
Making our way out into the hallway, we both could see that today was not a day we would arrive to third hour on time. Kids were pouring out of the many classrooms and into the small hallway hardly fit for ten kids. Forcefully pushing our way into the crowd, my friend and I managed to snag a spot in the large mass of people all slowly migrating toward the door. Frustration and impatience coursed through me as I saw the groups of people randomly standing in the middle of the hallway having conversations, disregarding everyone that was trying to get through. A couple seconds later, the crowd finally started moving at a faster pace, allowing me to get closer to the door. Giving a final shove to the people ahead of me, my friend and I managed to make it through the door and out into the cold.
As soon as I stepped outside, the icy wind made no hesitation to whip against my face. Hoping my sweater would provide some warmth, I reached around my head and pulled my hood up. Looking over at my friend, I could see he had done the same. It was only the first day of autumn yet it felt like winter. Not softening its harsh lashes, the wind continued to whip around my friend and me, causing shivers to run continuously down my spine. Looking around me, I could see that the mass majority of the population had already dug out their winter coats and jackets from the depths of their closets. The big puffy coats and scarves might have been too soon for kids in other school districts, but for the kids who attended PCEP, puffy coats and scarves were the only way to stay warm while walking between the three schools.
I laughed softly, asking myself why I had not done the same, for the hoodie I was wearing provided hardly any warmth. Because of the cold, my friend and I had hardly spoken a word to each other. From the look on his face, I could tell he was just as cold as I was. Despite not wanting to move at all, I reached down into my pocket and exposed the bottom of my phone; 9:24 a.m. Cursing silently, I nudged my friend as if telling him to walk faster, for we only had three more minutes to get into Plymouth.
Meandering around the group moving slowly in front of us, my friend and I picked up our pace. As we stepped onto the Plymouth-Salem bridge, the metal ramp creaked loudly from beneath us, as if about to break. Almost there, almost there, almost there. I chanted silently to myself as another cold gust of wind hit me in the face. Right as my friend and I made our way off the bridge, the loud ringing of the Plymouth bell pierced the air around us, shortly followed by the Canton bell. By then, we were only a short distance away from the B pod doors. Half a minute later, we had finally made our way up to the door that led inside. Grabbing hold of the door handle, I yanked the door open to feel a warm rush of air hit me in the face. “Finally!” I cried, triumphantly. Waving goodbye to my friend and running quickly up the B pod stairs, the realization that I would have to make this trek everyday until the semester ended made me sigh loudly in defeat.
Making our way out into the hallway, we both could see that today was not a day we would arrive to third hour on time. Kids were pouring out of the many classrooms and into the small hallway hardly fit for ten kids. Forcefully pushing our way into the crowd, my friend and I managed to snag a spot in the large mass of people all slowly migrating toward the door. Frustration and impatience coursed through me as I saw the groups of people randomly standing in the middle of the hallway having conversations, disregarding everyone that was trying to get through. A couple seconds later, the crowd finally started moving at a faster pace, allowing me to get closer to the door. Giving a final shove to the people ahead of me, my friend and I managed to make it through the door and out into the cold.
As soon as I stepped outside, the icy wind made no hesitation to whip against my face. Hoping my sweater would provide some warmth, I reached around my head and pulled my hood up. Looking over at my friend, I could see he had done the same. It was only the first day of autumn yet it felt like winter. Not softening its harsh lashes, the wind continued to whip around my friend and me, causing shivers to run continuously down my spine. Looking around me, I could see that the mass majority of the population had already dug out their winter coats and jackets from the depths of their closets. The big puffy coats and scarves might have been too soon for kids in other school districts, but for the kids who attended PCEP, puffy coats and scarves were the only way to stay warm while walking between the three schools.
I laughed softly, asking myself why I had not done the same, for the hoodie I was wearing provided hardly any warmth. Because of the cold, my friend and I had hardly spoken a word to each other. From the look on his face, I could tell he was just as cold as I was. Despite not wanting to move at all, I reached down into my pocket and exposed the bottom of my phone; 9:24 a.m. Cursing silently, I nudged my friend as if telling him to walk faster, for we only had three more minutes to get into Plymouth.
Meandering around the group moving slowly in front of us, my friend and I picked up our pace. As we stepped onto the Plymouth-Salem bridge, the metal ramp creaked loudly from beneath us, as if about to break. Almost there, almost there, almost there. I chanted silently to myself as another cold gust of wind hit me in the face. Right as my friend and I made our way off the bridge, the loud ringing of the Plymouth bell pierced the air around us, shortly followed by the Canton bell. By then, we were only a short distance away from the B pod doors. Half a minute later, we had finally made our way up to the door that led inside. Grabbing hold of the door handle, I yanked the door open to feel a warm rush of air hit me in the face. “Finally!” I cried, triumphantly. Waving goodbye to my friend and running quickly up the B pod stairs, the realization that I would have to make this trek everyday until the semester ended made me sigh loudly in defeat.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
carmine calabro
Type of Crime: Mutilation and Biting
Date: 1979
Location: New York City
On October 12, 1979, the body of Francine Elveson was found nude on the roof of the Pelham Parkway housing project in the Bronx. She had sustained many injuries, consisting of being beaten, and strangled with the strap of her purse. Also, across her chest scrawled in ballpoint pen, was a message from the killer to the police, challenging them to track him down. In his frenzy he had launched a ferocious biting attack on the insides of Elveson’s thighs.
The incriminating evidence in this case were the bite marks left on Francine Elveson’s thighs. They processed the evidence by taking photographs and making casts to compare to the teeth of a possible suspect using a variety of equipment that could include infrared and ultraviolet photography, electron microscopy, even computer analysis.
The profile that the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit provided of the killer was incredibly accurate. The Unit predicted that the killer was a male, aged twenty-five to thirty-five, poorly educated, probably living in the building where the attack had occurred, either alone or with a single parent, and suffering from a psychosis so acute that it would have required treatment in a mental institution. The actual profile of Calabro was that he was thirty-two years old, in the age range that the Unit gave. Calabro was also poorly educated because since he left the hospital, he had dropped out of high school, and was also living in the same building as the victim, even on the same floor. Calabro lived with a single parent; his dad, and also had a history of mental instability and had to go to the hospital for treatment. Overall, the Behavioral Science Unit provided a very accurate profile of the killer, getting almost every little detail correct.
When a single black pubic hair was found on Francine Elveson’s body, the investigators thought the hair was shed by the attacker, however, by the end of the investigation, the police had finally found out that the black hair was indeed not a hair from the killer, but from a black male murder victim Calabro had killed before he killed Francine Elveson.
Date: 1979
Location: New York City
On October 12, 1979, the body of Francine Elveson was found nude on the roof of the Pelham Parkway housing project in the Bronx. She had sustained many injuries, consisting of being beaten, and strangled with the strap of her purse. Also, across her chest scrawled in ballpoint pen, was a message from the killer to the police, challenging them to track him down. In his frenzy he had launched a ferocious biting attack on the insides of Elveson’s thighs.
The incriminating evidence in this case were the bite marks left on Francine Elveson’s thighs. They processed the evidence by taking photographs and making casts to compare to the teeth of a possible suspect using a variety of equipment that could include infrared and ultraviolet photography, electron microscopy, even computer analysis.
The profile that the FBI’s Behavioral Science Unit provided of the killer was incredibly accurate. The Unit predicted that the killer was a male, aged twenty-five to thirty-five, poorly educated, probably living in the building where the attack had occurred, either alone or with a single parent, and suffering from a psychosis so acute that it would have required treatment in a mental institution. The actual profile of Calabro was that he was thirty-two years old, in the age range that the Unit gave. Calabro was also poorly educated because since he left the hospital, he had dropped out of high school, and was also living in the same building as the victim, even on the same floor. Calabro lived with a single parent; his dad, and also had a history of mental instability and had to go to the hospital for treatment. Overall, the Behavioral Science Unit provided a very accurate profile of the killer, getting almost every little detail correct.
When a single black pubic hair was found on Francine Elveson’s body, the investigators thought the hair was shed by the attacker, however, by the end of the investigation, the police had finally found out that the black hair was indeed not a hair from the killer, but from a black male murder victim Calabro had killed before he killed Francine Elveson.
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