Christopher Kendall:
CLASS OF 1996
Bob Jones AcademyClass of 1996
Greenville, SC
New York Institute of PhotographyClass of 2006
New york, NY
Bob Jones UniversityClass of 2000
Greenville, SC
Bob Jones Junior High SchoolClass of 1992
Greenville, SC
Bob Jones Elementary SchoolClass of 1990
Greenville, SC
Christopher's Story
Life
I'm a sheriff's deputy at the Spartanburg County Sheriff's Office, and have been since July 2000. I originally worked uniform patrol (those who respond when you call 911) and then had transferred to the Warrants and Fugitive Apprehension Division, which I did for two and a half years (and arrested a classmate of mine from the Elementary and Jr High school . . . it's a great story). Anyways, due to the crap political system involved in the sheriff's office, I was moved back to uniform patrol, third shift (11pm-8am). This move has spawned a desire w/in me to get out of that department, and perhaps even out of the South. Colorado and its neighbors (WY, MT, UT, etc) have been calling my name for so many years . . . perhaps that was my official "shove out of the door" by the Lord. For the time being, though, I'm still living in Greenville, still single, and still doing law enforcement. In the meantime, the Sheriff, who is a man of great decency and order, realized that I was victimized by the system, and he has moved me back into the warrants office, where I am doing the same great job as before, but have not lost my fervor for moving out West. If I ever do end up changing careers, I will most likely turn from hobbiest to profession with my beloved Photography. I don't have a web portfolio yet, but I am working on it. For those of you who remember me to be a-musical, I have taken up playing the guitar (and if you ever heard me play, you'd still think I was a-musical). Other than that, I'm keeping my feet on the ground and keeping my head in the clouds. I hope this bio finds you all doing well, and if you think about it, drop me a line.
School
Ah, high school! What is there to say? Some of the greatest memories of our lives were brought about in that four year period. I remember Nicholas Davis bringing a 2-liter bottle of Pepsi into Honors Geometry and using a chain of straws to take in that tasty beverage, while our substitute teacher was caught up in a "Reader's Digest." I remember a certain Freshman English teacher blaming our class for "hindering her marriage." I wonder if it was because I corrected her abbreviation of the phrase et cetera (she had "ect" and I pointed out it was "etc"). I remember "Red Asphalt III" and getting slapped on the hands for poor driving. I remember getting those one or three responses of "yes" to various dating activities, as well as the exponentially great amount of rejections. I remember Kristen Scott, and how bad it sucked that most of us would never be able to see her again after graduation. I remember Miss Markham instilling the love of the UK w/in my heart . . . and I'm still planning to visit that great country and find all of those castles and Robert Burns' grave. I remember Sr. Drama class with ...Expand for more
Mr. Chuck Nicholas, and how, in a "mixed" group, I grabbed myself in the what-nots, trying to do my best baseball player charade . . .
The list could go on, but most of you are probably trying to kill yourself at this moment, so I shall move on. Would I do high school all over again, had I the opportunity? Not in a million years.
College
College was funny, in that I pretty much never saw any of my former Academy classmates again, unless they were loser Criminal Justice Majors like myself. I say "loser" because, although I love the CJ faculty, the major itself has no practical use in this universe unless you are going to a) work in law enforcement (and even then, it's not totally useful) or b) you are going to teach law enforcement one day (no plans to do so thus far, and I'd have to go get a masters at another school anyways). If you are like me and have had fun cracking bad guys' skulls for five years, but would like to take on a different career, then you will soon find your BS in CJ is w/out worth. This is why I'm currently enrolled in the New York Institute of Photography. I love photography and could never tire from such an occupation. Let it be noted, however, that I do not regret my time at BJU. I made several great friendships and have good relationships with many teachers, some of whom became parental-type figures in my life. Out of a list of great teachers that I had, I have to say that my favorite was Dr. Greg Mazak. His classes taught me to dig through all of the superficial humanistic excuses that people use to cover up their problems, and to get to the heart of the matter. It's a long story. Craziest memory? Kissing a girl in the (old) speech building (and no, it wasn't for a play).
Workplace
I've already explained most of my work in my life bio, so there isn't much else to say here. I thought about going into the stories about how I've been shot at (and watched the shooter die), been in several fights, foot-chases, car chases, and the like. Or maybe I would talk about the idiocracy of your common criminals, and how they think they can hide a 5'06" 180 lbs. female in between two mattresses, or how they let their dogs go to the bathroom INSIDE the house (and do not clean it up . . . for weeks . . . or months, even). However, I saw Quay Barnett had his profile listed on this site as well, and figured that I'd just be wasting space, as that boy has probably seen and done stuff that most of us couldn't ever dream of. God bless you, Quay, and thank you for helping keep our country safe from foreign invaders. Of course, Quay CANNOT say that he has ever arrested a former classmate of his. That's my ace card.
In other news, I'm trying to start up a career in photography. I think I've mentioned this three times now. Sorry!
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