Project 7.3

Project 7.3

How to Extinguish Fires Using Fire Extinguishers


            I wrote these instructions from the knowledge I gained from being a firefighter for sixteen years back in my native Island Jamaica.

Fires are classified in five categories:

  • Class “A” fires involve ordinary combustible materials, example, paper and wood

  • Class “B” fires involve hydrocarbons, Example, gasoline, paints, and propane.

  • Class “C” fires involve electrical initiated fires.


  • Class “D” fires involve burning metals.

  • Class “K” fires involve deep fryers involving cooking oil.


Consequently, extinguishers are classified also, and when putting out a fire, the correct extinguisher must be chosen.

The acronym “PASS” is used when using extinguishers to put out fires.

.P-Pull the pin

AAim extinguisher nozzle at flame interface (area between the fire and whatever is burning)

S-Squeeze Extinguisher trigger.

S-Sweep extinguisher nozzle from side to side.



Continue applying extinguishing media for a brief moment after the fire has been put out, and never turn your back to the fire. Instead, withdraw facing the fire. Flashback can occur. (A spontaneous reigniting of the fire)



Project 4.1

Thermo King Repair Facility

On Wednesday November 13, 2013, I arrived at work at 7:00 am. Immediately my boss summoned me to his office.

 “Carlton,” he said, “I want you to take tractor trailer #2 back to the Thermo King Repair Center in Palm Beach to have them correct the repair they had done on the tractor. I paid them too much money only to get partial fixes.”

“Okay, I will leave right away.” I replied.

            As I was about to depart, the thought occurred to me, this would be a good place about which to write my essay. I will do my observations while I am waiting for the repairs to be completed.

            I arrived at the Thermo King facility at 10:15 am, and already the place was a bee hive of activities. The building was a huge two story building, rectangular shaped, constructed of cement and zinc, with an aluminum roof, and painted beige and brown.

                                      (Thermo King Web).

            Rob the manager, who is about 5ft 6ins tall, heavy set, and with a husky voice, greeted me.

 “What are you doing back here?” he asked, with a smile.

“You did not do a good job on the truck; the problems are still there,” I replied.

 “Okay, I will have someone inspect it immediately. Have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” he told me before walking away.

            When he left, I started my observations. On closer scrutiny I noticed that the building had two sections;the right section was used for the administrative area, and that section was two levels. The left section was in fact one level with a high roof, and it was used as the vehicle repair center. This section has four bays, and a vehicle undergoing repairs was parked in each bay. Several uniformly dressed technicians wearing gray trousers and blue shirts were busy performing repairs to the vehicles.

            In bay one, there was a school bus having its a/c system worked on by a tall, slender, middle aged Caucasian man, about 6 feet tall with a scruffy beard, an earring in his left ear, and a tattoo of the crucifixion on his right biceps.

            A Cheney Brothers Trailer was parked in the second bay, having work done to its refrigerated unit by two technicians standing on an elevated platforms with tools in their hands poking and pulling bolts while talking to each other.

            There was another trailer parked in the third bay. The Thermo King unit was completely removed from it, and there were three technicians crouched over what appeared to be an old engine on the floor, and there was a new engine suspended in the air by chains and pulleys next to the trailer.

“This is what we need to do,” said one of the technicians to the others. “We need to remove the compressor from the old unit and attach it to the new engine. This job must be completed today; the customer needs it.”

            “Carlton!” yelled Rob, “park your truck in bay four next to that other truck; Joe is going to inspect and repair it.”

            “Will do, but this time please be thorough. I do not want to return here to have the same problems corrected,” I quipped.

 Joe a shoddily dressed, unpleasant looking older Hispanic man, with shoulder length hair and an un-kept beard, who carries the acrid stench of tobacco with him, asked grouchily, “What is the problem with the truck?”

 I told him that the problem was the same as the last time, and hurriedly left because I could detect that he was not in a good mood.

            As I looked around, I saw that the entire property was filled with vehicles waiting to be repaired; there were trailers, tractors, school buses, straight trucks, and box trucks. To the rear of the property, there were several board crates of different sizes stocked in a corner with the words “Thermo King Unit” written on them. Everyone was busy; the rattling sounds of hand tools, power tools, engines and refrigerated units filled the air, punctuated by the raspy sound of Rob’s voice, issuing instructions to the technicians.    

            I thought to myself, certainly they cannot accept another customer. Just then another truck drove in.

 “Where can I park this truck? The driver asked.

 “Just leave it where it is, we will figure something out later,” Rob responded.

 The driver then proceeded to explain to Rob the problem he was having with the truck, and implored him to have the truck fixed by the end of the week. Rob assured him that it would be fixed on time. The driver then left looking somewhat doubtful. I was even more pessimistic that he would get his truck in time, considering the number of vehicle waiting there to be repaired.

“Carlton, please report to the manager’s office,” a voice said over the public address system.

 When I got there, Rob told me that the problem to my truck had been rectified. He explained that a hose was disconnected, and that they reattached it, and the truck now operates perfectly. I thanked him and left, thinking to myself, this is truly a high paced working environment. I feel for the technicians who work here.  



Work Cited

Thermo King. Thermo King. 2013. Web. 4 Dec. 2013.

My Blue Mountain

The Blue Mountain is the highest mountain in my native Jamaica. It stretches across three parishes: St. Thomas, St. Andrew, and Portland. Its highest point reaches 7402 feet above sea level, and it cast an imposing shadow on this island. There is hardly any place you can go in Jamaica without seeing this mountain, and as of such Jamaicans are fascinated with it. It is said that the Blue Mountain is the life blood of Jamaica. It is the natural watershed for several of the island’s fourteen parishes, and it is on this mountain that one of Jamaica’s finest treasures is grown, the world renowned Blue Mountain Coffee. Almost all the coffee grown here is exported to Japan, where a little is later redirected to the USA, and is sold at a premium

One of my most memorable moments is a hiking trip I took to the Blue Mountain along with some of my friends, the year was1995. Our guide advised us to start the hike in the evening and we did. we drove to a point at the foot of the mountain called Mavis Bank. At this point, the gradient of the mountain was too steep for our vehicles, so we exited and began the hike. After only a few minutes some of the members started expressing regrets about coming on the hike, they could not believe how difficult the climb was, but having started there was no turning back. As the light faded, we crossed a river and a field, and walked through a pasture, each step taking us higher but closer to our destination.

For tropical islanders most of us had never experienced temperatures below 70 degrees, so the most noticeable feeling was the reduction in temperature and another was the difficulty we were having breathing. By now night had fallen and we could not see much, but we continued because our guide told us that we were about two miles from our intended rest point, a school in a village called Hagleys gap, and that they stop receiving visitor at midnight. It was now a race against the clock; the stronger among us had to assist those who were falling behind, either by encouraging them or literally pulling them along, because we had every intention of arriving there as a group, just the way we started.

When we finally got to the school in Hagleys gap, to our utter disbelief there was a sign posted, ” we no longer accept visitors”. We were livid. Being cold and exhausted we decided to sneak in quietly, rest for a few hours and leave before anyone realized were there. Things did not go as planned. just as we were gathering our stuffs to leave, we were busted by the school’s security guard, who gave us a lecture on trespassing before he kicked us out. Outside, we huddled among ourselves to keep warm, and laughed heartily at what we had done.

As the light got brighter, something fascinating happened, it was as if our world was being transformed by every ray of sun light. Suddenly we were in this amazing place; the views were breath- taking ,the trees around us were huge but yet so green, there were tiny house perched precariously on the side of the mountain, not to mention the sun rise, It was spectacular. It appeared nearer, larger, and more colorful than any I had ever seen. Just when I though nothing could top this; the orchestra came to life. There were various species of birds singing their morning song, welcoming us into their world in a rather melodious tune. We were Like Alice in wonder-land. The cameras came out, and everyone was snapping away. No longer Were we cold and tired, we were all full of life, eager and enthused about continuing the hike. As we continue, we stopped at several look-out points to view the other world below. How differently this one felt, it was as if all our problems had gone away and we were free, free we were. No longer did anyone complain about breathing difficulty, tiredness, or even fear.

When we finally reached the mountain-peak, everyone was expressing joy and a feeling of accomplishment. Even to this day I yearn for the Blue Mountain, and  know  Deep in my heart that I will undertake this hike once more, because never before did i feel so much apart of nature, it was a surreal moment that I will treasure for the rest of my life

Proposal Topic

Carlton Brown

Dr. Record

ENC 1101

September 28, 2013.

In United States of America, the process of treating tap water is pretty intense, covering a number of steps, from Screening to Disinfection. The question now is, Is properly treated Tap Water safe to drink, and do we really need to spend so much money each year buying bottled drinking water?

Even though this topic is outside my  major; I chose it because I am a fervent believer that there is absolutely no tangible advantage of drinking bottled water over properly treated tap water.

some of the sources I intend to use are; Kimberly Roots’, “Water, Water everywhere”, published in Science of Spirit Journal, May 2006, Perception of water , published in The Environ Journal, November 1999, Allison Walker’s, Drinking Water-doubts about its quality, published in the British medical Journal, January 2009, and Water Treatment Plant Operation, volume 2, Prepared by the Office of Water Program, College of Engineering and Computer Science, California State University, Sacramento, Published by University Enterprises Inc.

Apply Yourself


This picture was taken at my community tennis court in North Lauderdale. It is important to me because it depicts the changes I have made in my life. Until last year, I have never played tennis, even though I have always wanted to play but just could not deal with the hassle of learning a new sport . I finally started playing about eighteen (18)   months ago and I have found it to be a lot of fun. Apart from it keeping me physically fit, I have lost more than twenty pounds, without even trying to do so. Most of all, my game has improved a great deal, surpassing several persons who have been playing the game, even for as long as ten years.

The lesson I learned from this is, it does not matter how long a person has been doing something, what matter is to get started and to apply yourself to the best of your ability. Like tennis, college is a new experience for me, and I intend to give it my best effort also.