My Percussion Instruction At Wichita State University

It was a bright sunny summer day in June. My percussion instruction at the local university was year round. I was driving with my mom heading to Wichita State University. The plan next week was finally to get my full driver’s license, so this was one of our last trips together for a while. She tended to enjoy the back neighborhood route, to Wichita State University, which lead us to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The route we took each week lead us through the beautiful historical neighborhoods in Wichita Kansas. This established residential area has streets lined with beautiful, enormous, well-kept homes for the most part. It was clear that the wealth of Wichita chose to live in the shadows of the university. As we were about to†¦show more content†¦Now things started to get interesting. The guy pulled his crumpled car slowly back up the driveway and parked it. Mom exited the car and started taking pictures of the damage strewn all around. The guy approache d my mom saying aloud â€Å"I don’t have insurance.† My mom instructed me to call 911. The guy suddenly left and went into his house, refusing to give his information to us. This bothered my mom and she suddenly sprang into action. She told me to go back to the driver’s side of the truck and to stay behind it no matter what happened. This was because Kansas is an open carry state. She did a literal 360-degree turn looking for witnesses. She spotted the painter’s van across the street and sprinted towards it. The next events seemed to happen fast and at the same time dragged on. When the guy came out of the house, a female came with him. She had a pleading face and begged us not to call the police. The guy continued to keep his identity unknown despite our repeated requests for his information. The squad car and my dad arrived at almost the same time. The officer got right to work and had us begin the information exchange. The officer directed the handcuff ed guy in his car just as I finished my written statement. By this time, a second police car arrived. I called my drum professor to let him know I would not be at lessons today and why. Finally, I walked over to where my parents were standing and the police officer was updating them on the