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I can’t cook without fear that the alarm will go off and the fire department will show up. I can’t remove the smoke detector. It is not battery operated and it is hardwired into the emergency alarm system. Can I cover it up with something?
-only when attached to battery
-smoke smells funny
When i attach my mini-cam to a battery, it smokes out of a little hole. The smoke smells funny, and I havent tried to see if still works in fear that the smoke will turn too something worse.
By North Carolina law.
The whole "you have to be in fear of your life" thing is bs.
Any person who notices there is an intruder in their home would either feel Fear or Anger.
In NC is the law for this situation actually practical or does it just protect the criminal rather than the families?
Also, how rapidly should I prepare to fire my pistol (SW M&P .40)? I know my actions wont be entirely controllable if it ever came down to having to use my weapon but how can one train to overcome fear in the face of such danger?
lol @ Brez
Ok, so Im a nanny for a family that has ADT. However, they never use the alarm unless they are out of town. I’ve never seen it on and don’t even know the code. But today, I heard it beeping so I called the mom at work but she didn’t know the pass code either. But then the cleaning lady opened the door and the alarm went off. The cops came and it turned into a big mess. I got the alarm off but it still says everything is armed. I am scared to open the doors in fear that the alarm will go off again. Ive called tech support and they were unable to help me. Does anyone know a different way to get it to disarm without the code? I know it’s a dumb questions cause it would’t be safe but I just thought I’d ask. Thanks!
I am a 15-year-old girl and ever since I can remember I have been deathly arfraid of the fire alarm at my school. Like, even when they tell us we’re going to have a drill, I get so scared I make myself sick. Just the other day, for instance, I overheard my first hour teacher telling a group of girls that we were going to have one that very day during sixth hour. So, of course, I totally freaked out and started to cry. After class I called my dad and begged him to check me out before sixth hour, and, lucky for me, he did. But it really upset me, because after school that day I texted my friends and asked them if there was a fire drill. They didn’t have any idea what I was talking about. So now I’m scared that there’s going to be one on Monday since there wasn’t one on Friday. I don’t know what to do. When my dad came to check me out, he acted all pissed and said that he’s never going to do that again for me, so I can’t call him again. My mom called the school a few months ago and asked for their fire drill schedule, but they said they didn’t have one. I feel so helpless! School is hell for me because I have to sit in class all day worrying that the red monster could start screeching at any time. And when it goes off, I cry. I just can’t seem to control my emotions. Does anyone else have the same fear I do, and if so, what would be your advice to me? It’s gotten to the point where I am considering home schooling.
I have a key fob if that is what the switch on the key ring is called. I live in fear of losing it and not being able to turn off the alarm. I have asked a few mechanics who are just as puzzled as me. One time I accidentally switched it off but don’t know how I did it. Can anyone help? There must be an easy solution to this annoying problem.
My 15 yo 9th grader came home from school the other day, telling me the teacher had "whipped" him. When I asked why, he told me that it was because he ran to the door when the fire alarm went off. That evening the teacher phoned to say that my son was constantly "disrupting her class". When I asked her if she whipped him, she became irate, admitted that she merely "popped" him. When questioned further, she also admitted that she told him he needed to be whipped every day. Our school does have a strict corporal punishment policy. It is to be administered in the presence of a second adult, and only after all other discipline methods have failed. This was the 1st notice I’d rec’d about his behavior. Also, it is not to be carried out in the presence of other students. This teacher seriously violated the school’s own policy by hitting my son in the classroom. I’ve not gone to the school board or the principal yet for fear that my son will be retaliated against. How should I handle this?
Public school, not private
Apparently some answerers didn’t read my question details. I have spoken with the teacher. I DO know what my son *asked* when he was told he needed to be whipped everyday, and humiliated in front of the class. Asked teacher to repeat directions. Teacher admitted that to be the truth. Corporal punishment policy in our school dictates that students are not to be "whipped" in the presence of other students, and then only when all other forms of discipline have failed.
hsfromth…..My son and the teacher agree on what happened. I didn’t have to take anyone’s side, or believe my son instead of the teacher. The problem I have with the teacher is that she failed to abide by the school’s policy for corporal punishment when she struck him in the presence of other students, without due process (no prior notice to parents of student misconduct, not notifying the principal, not notifying parent in writing of whipping [I had to learn about it from my son], and the fact that it was used as a first line of punishment, which is against the school’s Corporal Punishment Policy).
I have recently become interested in dream analysis, (I don’t necessarily believe it, it just interests me).
A little background: I’m terrified of fire. I also believe I felt pain in this dream, I could describe all the feelings quite easily.
So, in my dream, I was at school, and everything was the same, except for on the grassy bank that leads to the tennis courts, there was a small glass box with a piano in, that I knew in my dream I was used for music lessons. I was walking down from this box after a music lesson, and when I got back to my class, there was only about 5 minutes left until we could go home. Then as everybody was packing away, the fire alarm started to ring. The teacher just said somebody had probably hit the alarm accidentally on the way out of school, and instead of going to the fire assembly area we should just leave the premises and go home. So we started walking out when I realised I’d left my bag in the little music lesson box. So I ran up the bank to get it and I turned around and saw a tree on fire. By this time the alarm had just stopped ringing. I stood there frozen to the spot as I was so scared. After a while I realised the fire was spreading and before long it’d reach the chemistry storeroom, where a load of flammable substances are kept. So I ran down the bank screaming and crying, but nobody else noticed the fire. I fell over and rolled down the bank for what seemed like hours. Then when I came to a stop, I lay there in pain for a minute, before jumping up and running as fast as I could into the nearest building to tell someone. I was hysterical and nobody could understand me, but one of the teachers came past, who knew about my fear, and worked out only fire could get me that worked up. He tried to calm me down and get me to tell him where the fire was, but by now, the fire was visible over the back of the building. All of the other students had left school by now. So I tried to go home, but the main gates had been locked, and the only other way out was a 5-minute walk, straight past the fire. The teacher told me to run for it, but I’d hurt my knees falling down the bank and as I was running past the fire, the chemistry storeroom caught alight and exploded. I ducked and glass and wood flew past me and cut my face and arms. I crawled a bit further until I was safely out of the way of the fire, but there was another explosion, and flaming pieces of wood landed on the rooftops of the other buildings and they caught fire too. I’m sure I passed out at some point, due to my intense fear, because the next thing I know, the teacher who knew about my fear of fire, and another teacher were with me, because they’d heard the explosion, and came to check if I was hurt. The dragged me to the playing field, which was quite a way, so my already burnt legs became badly grazed. Then the fire and rescue arrived, followed by an ambulance. The paramedics came over and by this point I was barely concious but I heard them talking and saying how badly injured I was. They put an oxygen mask on me and just drove off, leaving me lying in the field. The next thing I know I was in a hospital, but the nurses were all wearing gloves with cacti growing from the fingers. They came to change my bandages and I was yelling at them to take their gloves off but they wouldn’t. Then I woke up.
I have to do this assignment for my preliminary HSC (SAT equivalent for Americans).
The task is to create an engaging, well structured response that demonstrates a personal understanding of change. The word limit is 400 words. I’m at 434 below (within the 10%).
My work is below:
The key to change is to let go of fear. That’s what Robby, the No. 2 had always said. I was actually hoping otherwise, as the fear we were about to instil in the bank teller should hopefully lead us to a lot of change. Not the proverbial type.
I had hoped that my own fear would have subsided with the 3 hours of cool revision we did before time zero, but it had not. The only person experiencing something close to my angst was Robby. I had the most to lose. I mean we’d all get 25 to life if we were caught, but I had a wife and two kids. I’d even checked out the visiting times for Riker’s Island, the likely first destination after the bail hearing. Was this really the right decision, I mean did we really need the money? A moot question now, as everyone had their part. If we proceeded with the robbery at least I had a chance of not being incarcerated, as opposed to the certain death that the gang would impart on me for my cowardice. I tried to put my hesitations aside and focused on my aim. Cometh the hour, cometh the man, as they said.
All six of us went to the one teller. As we began a routine transaction I waited until the young lady had her hands out to hand me the money.
“Keep your hands up. I have a gun. Do not touch the silent alarm, or I will shoot you in the kneecap.”
We herded the compliant employees into a conference room where Robby supervised them, while the rest of us headed for the manager’s office. He had a shotgun, however bringing a receptionist as hostage quickly solved that problem.
“The vault.” I stated. The portly man grabbed his keys from the wall safe before descending down into the depths of the bank. After the iris and fingerprint scan we heard the loud clunks of the 25 cylindrical bolts being released from the door.
“This is your last chance to back out”, the manager said. “If you were to stop now you could get off free”. I was begging the others to listen to him, but there was no hope.
I stepped into the vault.
The hidden alarm was deafening.
A SWAT team was coming down the stairs. As I hit the ground with my hands up, I heard Robby’s voice issuing directions, and saw the motto on his police badge. The key to change is to let go of fear. But I was just beginning to contemplate the loss.