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Wednesday 3 September 2014

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Sample of eyewitness report (none on bullying)




5W1HEvidenceElaboration
Who
- Driver of the van
- driver of the car
- passer bys
The driver of the van was seen using his mobile phone recklessly while driving and had then collided with a car in the opposite lane. Passer bys then rushed to the scene to provide aid
What- collision between car and vanCollision between a car and a van due to irresponsible actions by the driver of the van.
When- Friday 30th January - around 7pmIt was nighttime when the drivers have to be careful or else they might not see incoming cars therefore bringing danger.
WhereAt a traffic light along Bukit Batok Street 11 - near Princess Elizabeth Primary SchoolThe author (Ophelia Wong) was making her way towards the bus stop where the accident happened a few metres away.
WhyDriver of the van was carelessly using his phone and not paying attention to the slippery road hence the van skidded and collided with a car in the opposite lane.The driver of the van was talking on his phone and without putting down his phone, he sped off. Due to the slippery road condition, the van then skidded and veered into the path of a car at the opposite lane and both vehicles collided.
How
- rainy day
- man in the van was using his phone while driving
- drove too fast
- crashed into another car
It was a rainy day and the man in the van was using his phone while driving and he drove fast, resulting in skidding and the van crossed paths with the car which was going the opposite direction, crashing into each other causing both men were severely injured as Ophelia called the ambulance and a few passer-bys rushed to the drivers’ aid.

3 September



Joshua Group

Topic : Theft

My boyfriend and I  just witnessed this older gray-haired man in his 60′s or so get his bike stolen, then got it back, then got [hit by some hooligan kid], and then got his bike stolen again!
6:45pmE Pike & Harvard outside back door of the QFC, manly looking, short teenage girl with short curly brown hair and navy sweatshirt steals a red bike and takes off heading North on Harvard.
[[Old man jumps on the fleeing thief ]and [knocks her over] and gets his bike back.
Arguing ensues after ]man retrieves his bike from short haired manly looking girl], yelling from short white man with purple huskies sweatshirt on, and taller white man with light blue jeans and black and orange windbreaker jacket
Then old man throws some of his groceries at the group, because it’s 3 against 1, he throws what seems to be a container of cottage cheese or something and then the shorter guy with purple huskies hoodie socks him in the face and the old man passes out on the pavement.
My boyfriend calls the police… tells them what happened.
Moments later shorthaired manly girl takes off again with the old man’s red bike!  I yell “hey!!” and my boyfriend, takes off running after her…. he runs down 4 blocks to summit, she heads south on summit, and then he lost her…
I feel really bad for the old man… his injury seemed severe.
I got a picture of the backs of the two dudes who fled going East on Pike.
Feel free to email me back with any questions.
My boyfriend gave the cops all the info too… but I hope we can find the dudes bike…
I’ve always hated that back entrance where the pan handlers sit and cause trouble…



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Elaboration
Who
  • My boyfriend and I
  • older gray-haired man
  • hooligan kid
  • fleeing thief
  • short teenage girl with short curly brown hair and navy sweatshirt
What
  • witnessed his bike stolen
  • Steals a red bike
  • knocks her over
           gets his bike back.
  • Arguing ensues
  • throws some of his groceries
  • calls the police
  • takes off again         red bike
  • takes off running after her
  • email me back with any questions.
  • They witnessed the older gray haired-man stealing the old man’s bike.
  • A teenage girl stole the old man’s bike
  • Old man retaliates and knock the thief down and retrieved his bike.
  • The old man and the manly looking girl argued after the bike is returned.
  • The old man threw his groceries as it was as uneven fight in terms of numerical value
  • Calls the police to inform them about the incident.
  • Manly girl steals old man’s bike once more.
  • He ran after her for 4 blocks
  • Contact the author for any enquiries
When
  • 6:45pm

Why


Where
  • E Pike and Harvard
  • North on Harvard
  • Moving 4 blocks to summit

How



http://www.capitolhillseattle.com/2010/09/eyewitness-report-of-assault-and-bike-theft-behind-harvard-qfc/

Eyewitness Report 5W1H

Eyewitnessing The San Francisco Earthquake

by Jack London
The earthquake shook down in San Francisco hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of walls and chimneys. But the conflagration that followed burned up hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of property. There is no estimating within hundreds of millions the actual damage wrought. Not in history has a modern imperial city been so completely destroyed. San Francisco is gone. Nothing remains of it but memories and a fringe of dwelling-houses on its outskirts. Its industrial section is wiped out. Its business section is wiped out. Its social and residential section is wiped out. The factories and warehouses, the great stores and newspaper buildings, the hotels and the palaces of the nabobs, are all gone. Remains only the fringe of dwelling houses on the outskirts of what was once San Francisco.
Within an hour after the earthquake shock the smoke of San Francisco's burning was a lurid tower visible a hundred miles away. And for three days and nights this lurid tower swayed in the sky, reddening the sun, darkening the day, and filling the land with smoke.
On Wednesday morning at a quarter past five came the earthquake. A minute later the flames were leaping upward. In a dozen different quarters south of Market Street, in the working-class ghetto, and in the factories, fires started. There was no opposing the flames. There was no organization, no communication. All the cunning adjustments of a twentieth century city had been smashed by the earthquake. The streets were humped into ridges and depressions, and piled with the debris of fallen walls. The steel rails were twisted into perpendicular and horizontal angles. The telephone and telegraph systems were disrupted. And the great water-mains had burst. All the shrewd contrivances and safeguards of man had been thrown out of gear by thirty seconds' twitching of the earth-crust.
Who: Jack London, who wrote this story on the account of witnessing an
          earthquake at San Francisco.
What: A massive earthquake erupted and caused buildings and houses to be
           severely destroyed and in ruins. A fire started. Innocent human life was lost
           and there was economical downfall in the city.
Where: San Francisco.
When: Past, Wednesday morning at a quarter past five.
Why: Massive Weather Change, earthquake caused the fire.
How:  Earthquake shook the city, destroyed everything in its path and it broke out
           a fire that spread quickly, electricity was cut off and the water canyon was
           destroyed, killing shrewd contrivances and safeguards.




Where: The outskirts and city of San Francisco.

Who: Jack London. A reporter and witness to the fire of San Francisco.
What: The industrial section, social section, residential section, factories, warehouses,  
           stores, newspaper buildings, hotels and palaces of the nabobs are all gone. Burnt
           down by the fire.
When: On Wednesday morning at a quarter past five, an earthquake hit San francisco.
             Starting fires in factories and market street.

Why: There was no organization, no communication. So the fire could not be put out .




Tuesday 2 September 2014

Vocabulary for eyewitness report

FIGHTING

Hand-to-hand

  • And charged. He threw up his forearms like an offensive lineman blocking a defensive back, but Pike slipped to the side, pushed the man’s elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the floor. Third of a second once contact was made, and Pike was on his feet, watching the muscular man rush toward him in slow motion as the three other men, even more slowly, jumped to their feet.  The muscular man reached under his shirt even as he pushed past the tables. Pike did not try to stop the gun; he rolled his hand under the man’s wrist, drove the man’s arm over and back, and pulled him backward and down. Pike had the gun before the man slammed into the floor, and hit him on the forehead with it two hard times.
  • He put out a nice stiff left, which he planned to follow with a right cross. I slipped to the left, which threw him off enough so that I could step inside the right cross and get a handful of his hair. I pulled his head forward and broke  his nose with my head. Still holding his hair in one hand, I got my other hand into his crotch and put my shoulder into him and lifted him off the ground and slammed him down on the hood of the truck. He grunted, and went limp. When I stood back, he slowly slid off the hood and lay in the street with his mouth open
  • Wells tackled him, a linebacker drilling a quarterback from the blindside, a clean shoulder-to-shoulder hit that arched Marley’s spine. The gun clattered from his hand and skittered into the drainage ditch. Wells kept coming, driving his legs, finishing the hit.
  • He smashed an elbow into the side of Marley’s skull, the soft spot high on the temple.
  • Slapped his right palm down on the man’s face, shattering his nose.
  • Black rugby shirt swung his chain wildly now, his eyes dropping to check on his friend and then darting back up, with equal measures of fury and terror, to the bearded man in front of him.
  • Dewey yanked back with his right forearm, snapping the man‘s neck like a tree branch.
  • He expected it, anticipated it, and in the moments after landing he let his body relax.
  • His partner was on his hands and knees how, scrambling toward the bed. I caught him and dragged him to his feet and turned my hip as he tried to knee me in the groin. I banged his nose with my forehead and pushed him away and hit him left cross straight right and he fell over on the bed
  • Took another step forward, crowding him
  • I slapped him with my open left hand full across the face. It rocked him and he took a step back and then steadied himself, blinking his eyes and staring at me. His headache must have been a starburst.
  • I hit him a left hand in the V under his ribs where the sternum ends. It paralyzed his diaphragm and he gasped and doubled over and then pitched forward onto the sidewalk.
  • I grabbed his wrist with my left hand and held his gun hand against his chest, the gun caught under the jacket and I hit him twice more with my right, square in the nose. He sagged and I shoved him away,

Philosophy/quotes


  • Muscle over mind
  • Mortal danger brings clarity
  • Like two scorpions in a bottle

Pain

  • He absorbed the trauma, swallowing the pain, then kicked his way slowly back to the surface.
  • Pain was just an illusory sensation that his mind could shut down if it needed to, he told himself. Put it aside.

Techniques

  • Paralyzes vocal cords with a strike to the neck
  • Box ears to break their ear drums
  • Banged together the heads of his two helpers. It sounded like a bat hitting a baseball.

Knives

  • He had a knife. I moved away from him. He was stronger than Ichabod and had a knife. He started toward me. I had my gun in an ankle holster but I didn’t want to start shooting in the middle of the street if I didn’t have to. I took another step back and slid my belt out of my pant loops. I looped it around my left hand so that the buckle end swung loose

Torture

  • Multiple small incisions on the thighs, all just splitting the skin. He’d then applied the salt

Guns

  • Bullets tore through the door, sending splinters flying.
  • Windows shattered, spewing glass shards everywhere
  • Bullets gouging the walls
  • Spray of bullets tore through the line of front windows, striking a side wall, shattering a beautiful gilded mirror
  • The man had seen Jack’s shadow, seen a whisper of movement and dove to the ground. Jack’s bullet went into a tree and spewed up a whirlwind of leaves
  • Ignoring the pain in his thigh, the blood seeping from the cut in his left arm and tried to move as quickly and quietly as possible
  • Shoot the smell off a skunk at a hundred yards
  • Some were home by now having their first drink before dinner. Maybe looking at the paper. Probably none of them were planning to shoot it out with a bunch of sociopaths.
  • He lunged for Pike’s gun, but Pike rolled his hands down and away with a minor wing chun deflection, and snapped the Python up hard into the bottom of the man’s chin, popping his jaw like a rat trap. The Python flicked again, and this time, Pike hit him in the Adams’ apple.  The bagman clutched at his throat, choking. His face turned bright red
  • Opened up with sharp, precise three-round bursts, their fire guided by the infrared dots visible through their binoculars.
  • Carver’s reaction was subconscious, automatic. He fired at the man and the backup who came after him.
  • He never turned his back on a wounded man

After

  • Badly bruised, lacerations, and at least one of his teeth had recently been knocked out
  • My hands were sore. I stumbled out into the kitchen and put ice cubes in a bowl and ran some water and put my hands in to soak.
  • I knocked five of them out—what’s wrong with that—nothing except there were 8.

Recovery

  • I took a deep breath. It hurt my ribcage. I exhaled, inhaled again, inched my arms under me and pushed myself up on my hands and knees. My head swam. I felt my stomach tighten and I threw up, which hurt the ribs some more. I stayed that way for a bit, on my hands and knees with my head hanging, like a winded horse. My eyes focused a little better. I could see the snow and the dog’s footprints. I crawled over, got hold of the park bench and slowly got myself upright. Everything blurred for a minute, then came back into focus gain. I inhaled some more and felt a little steadier.
Phrases:
-Traded punches
-Punches were thrown
-Fists sent flying
-One of them even owned a bloody lip
-Heated argument escalated into violence
-Cowered in fear
-Like a relentless murderer
-was not long before he tasted something metallic(blood)


Source:

Theft
Chase

• The thief grabbed my bag and dashed across the road, running like a mad horse on steroids. I immediately pelted towards the thief before pouncing on him and giving him my signature punch on his face that made him cry out in pain.

• The security guards gave chase like a group of Olympic athletes. In no time, they had caught up with the thief and handcuffed him.

• The snatch thief skedaddled away and disappeared round the corner. Upon seeing that, I immediately gave chase and scooted around the corner at the speed of the light. Soon, I narrowed the gap between the thief and me. Taking the opportunity, I sprinted towards him and threw myself on him.

Robbery

• Armed with rifles, the four masked robbers rushed into the bank and held up the staff members and the customers at gunpoint.

• “Don’t move!” the robber bellowed. Silence hung in the air as time stood still. All the customers and staff members raised their trembling hands and crouched in fear.

Shoplifting

  • slipped his hand around the bottle, firmly grasping it
  • Had shifty eyes