This experience where I am incarcerated for an undetermined amount of time. What does it mean to me? I am assigning myself a one page essay on this subject. I am afraid to just give up and let the system beat me. I am an optimistic, happy human being, and I am deeply frightenedRead more
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I am resting in my bunk bed right now. I am searching deep inside of my mind for an inspirational, thoughtful idea to write about in this very boring and bland jail world. I have been feeling the pleasure of improving my writing every day recently. I love that I have a goal toRead more
My friend’s mother wrote me recently and said, “It would be pretty cool if you could just imagine yourself as a fly on the wall, observing the different people you meet, and how they deal with their situations. You could probably learn alot about human behavior doing that.” Wow! Now that makes me think.Read more
I am starting to realize as I write each page in these journals, that these writings may be the most monumental thing that I accomplish in my young adult life. Being disciplined and focused, and fearless enough to do this, is more important than any job I have had, or any class that I hadRead more
I just took a shower. I feel clean and good about myself. Afterward, I socialized with a few other inmates in my cell block. It is New Year’s Day, and I realized I have just taken the first few steps I will take in the year 2003. In these steps, I have decided thatRead more
I woke up the call of “Breakfast!” this morning. The trap door to our jail cell pod slammed open, and all the men rushed toward the cell block door. I thought it was super strange what was happening, and that’s when I realized it was one of those “free dreams” that was happening to me.Read more
“In Jail, it seems like a minute is an hour, and an hour is as long as an entire day.” This is what my new roomie just told me, and I think he’s right. He was talking about the contrast between “free time” and “jail time.” I thought it was a perfectly descriptive quoteRead more
It’s Friday night in Jail, and I’m sort of bummed out that I don’t have any plans or parties to attend. All of my friends are out there in the real world, on a college campus, having a blast, and I’m stuck in here: Jail! I think I am just going to sitRead more
I took a break from my afternoon routine, and I watched a movie in the day room with my fellow inmates. “Airheads” was the name of the movie, and it was about three struggling musicians who hold a radio station hostage in order to gain recognition and popularity. It was a simple, playfulRead more
On my way through the incarceration system, every once in awhile I would ask someone interesting to write a page in my journal. It was their page. My idea was that part of finding your purpose in life, is meeting the unique people who come into your life. And jail was full of other people.Read more
