Bakit Criminology Ang Kinuha Mong Kurso Novels & Stories

"Basta pinapa alala ko lang sainyo mag iingat kayo lagi dahil hindi madali ang mga kalaban ninyo.. mga bata nga sila pero mga malalaking tao naman ang humahawak sa kanila" "Oo nga eh.. at hindi ko nga alam kung kaya ba yan harapin ng pamangkin mo" Bigla namang may lumabas na lalaki at saka naupo sa may sala katabi ng kanyang uncle. "of course dad.. i can do it kaya nga nag aral ako ng Crimonology hindi ba so i will put them into jail" "Oy oy oy hindi yun ganon kadali tandaan mo marami ka pang pag dadaanan na karayom bago ka maka abot sa pinang galingan namin ng uncle mo"

Memorizing the way she moves through this world that makes perfect sense to her while I stumble through it like an imposter. She's completely in her element, asking thoughtful questions about behavioral analysis and victim advocacy that make me realize how little I actually know about what drives her. What makes her tick. What she dreams about when she thinks no one's watching. I'm standing behind her now, close enough to catch the subtle shift in her breathing when something particularly interests her, but she might as well be on another planet. In another galaxy. "So," Dr. Martinez stops in front of a wall covered with case studies, photographs of crime scenes that would give most people n

“Did you give any more thought to your major at all?” “A little bit, but I’m still undecided.” “You could study criminology too. I bet it could help with your duties when it comes to helping to solve the weird situations, like the one we find ourselves in now. Especially since you’re basically a pack cop.” “Maybe. I’ll have to think about it. Mythicals don’t always act like humans when it comes to their crimes, but I guess learning the reason behind why criminals do what they do can be used the same way. I can talk to Alec about it, might come in handy. Plus it would keep me out of the business side of things. I don’t think I could ever be stuck in an office all the time.”

It seems the name of it pretty familiar but I can't remember where I heard it. "Why would you interested in a case like this?" I ask her curiously. "I am a student at Cesare Beccaria University, majoring in psychology... Criminology in some way but focusing on psychology. I want to research this case to be used as my thesis." I can see her gesture and tone change. She looks professional and determined. She then tucks her hair behind her ear. This is the first time I see her face clearly. Her lashes are long and her eyebrows pretty thick but neat. Despite her messy style, she smells good like fresh wildflowers in the morning.

His eyes found mine immediately, like he had known I was there, like he had been waiting for me to speak. "Luca," he said. "Kylie," I said. He looked at me for a second longer than necessary. Then he said: "I know." I frowned. "You know?" "You're in the forensics program. We have three shared modules this semester. Criminal Procedure, Evidence Law, and Ethics in Forensic Science."

Some students sit up straighter, others groan softly or turn their heads away. Another photograph appears. More protests. “What a notorious case,” Mr. Madden continues calmly. “An unsolved mystery. To this day, we still don’t know who Jack the Ripper was.” He moves through the slides with quiet efficiency. One image after another fills the screen—victims, crime scenes, newspaper headlines. “For this course,” he says, “you will apply criminological theories to the Jack the Ripper murders.” The presentation ends on a slide listing several theoretical frameworks we studied last year.

"We aren't here to fix identities but don't worry dear I'm worthy of your trust and soon enough you'll get to know me. I'm glad you came to meet this place just the way you left it. I'm pretty sure you must have started figuring a lot already which is good. Now your next big clue lies within you in Ohio. But first you have a task to accomplish here before you leave. I'm very much aware of the fact you studied criminology back in school and you did that for your sadistic benefit, am I right?" My eyes narrowed into slit on how she knew that. I did study criminology to know and master the minds of detectives and police so it'd be easier for me to carry out my crimes. "How'd you know that? And w

I didn’t have time for such assholes, neither did I care when they crawled back home to their mommies with broken body parts. I was currently in my second year of Uni, studying criminology. I know it was more on the science of why crimes happen and shit, but I wanted to get into the heads of the criminals, know what they were thinking before they commit a crime. My mom often told me, whenever she was home at least, that there were many ways to prevent a crime from happening and some of it was done by convincing the criminal not to do it. It worked on the rare cases and it was one of the rarest speeches I’d ever got from my mother, so I’d taken it to heart.

I can't believe what I'm going through. “Kazuo, did you know about that?” asked Seonsaengnim. "I think..." "Actually, criminal psychology is like anthropology." interrupted Yuko ahead of Kazuo. "Someone will determine the basis, motive, and purpose of someone to commit the crime. Which is it will be studied in the class of Anthropology." Yuko explained with an even expression, he preceded Kazuo to gain face in front of Seonsaengnim. While Kazuo, he just smiled sarcastically. As if he was saying, who cares about all that.

Tahimik kaming nag-ayos ng gamit. Ako—nakapalibot ang yellow pad, journalism manuals, at laptop na puro unfinished G****e Docs. Siya—codals, legal notes, at kung anu-anong highlighted cases na mukhang gawa ng taong hindi natutulog. “What exactly do you study?” tanong ko habang nagta-type. Napatingin siya saglit sa'kin. “Right now? Constitutional law.” “Sounds terrifying.” “It is.”