Well, it's about time I start actually *reading* my email. And answering, and all that jazz. I've got a lot to do. Answer LiveJournal comments that have been backing up. Switch a LiveJournal icon.
ARgh! I'm feeling so lazy. Last night expended all my energy. (And no, not in that fun way. In a different fun way.)
We did the crime scene processing. Hella fun folks. Hella fun. I warned everyone in the class ahead of time that I would mostly likely turn into a bossy bitch, and yep, I did. Well, a grinning bossy bitch. I was too excited.
So the scene is a jogger was jogging through a remote area and saw what appeared to be the body of a woman at the edge of the woods. The jogger called 911 then left (how responsible of the jogger, grrr). There had been a recent disappearance of a woman and her newborn baby boy, so there might be a connection to that case.
We show up on the scene, there's a woman just inside the edge of the woods. I went in first to take her pulse, see if she was alive or dead. I am very proud to say that I was very careful about where I stepped, as I didn't want to obliterate any evidence, like footprints or tire tracks. (Unfortunately I was the only one in the class that was careful, but hey, the teacher didn't count off any for not being careful.)
We then secured the scene and surveyed the area so as to determine where all of the evidence was. Of course during the survey we found the baby. Only a foot away from the mother. Dippy me missed it. So we did a quick check of the baby's vitals, and yeah, dead. So...we started processing the scene.
It started out with them bagging some evidence before placing a marker of where it had been. That quickly got corrected. So then we speeded things up by me going ahead and marking evidence before they would collect it and do the measuring. At one point one of the collectors started threatening my life because I was tagging a lot of stuff they felt was unimportant. Hee. Hey, the broken glass *could* have been something. And there was lumber on top of one body, so we need to bag the lumber tags that were nearby. They give us an idea of where the lumber came from.
All in all it was fun. There were people collecting, people photographing, sketching, note taking, measuring...there were people doing everything. It was so frickin fun!
Okay, so enough stalling. Time to answer email. *cracks knuckles*
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