“You’re now the senior aide. I need you to get us registered for classes to begin January 7th.” The rest of the week I spent time trying to rebuild what was close to being destroyed. How close did we come to losing college? The principal shared an email with me from the Regional Director to the warden. The investigation made its way to the senior DOC staff. The conclusion: too much is at stake to let two guys, and their reckless behavior, close college.
It’s tough. Prison is not conclusive to empathy. Once the heat was off and things began to return to normal, the general consensus was jokes and contempt for our lost aides. “F --- em,” was heard over and over followed by “Do you know what classes I can take Larry?” Personal interest trumps reflection and empathy every time in here.
Are things any different? Hard to tell right now.
Inmates are usually not known to learn life lessons from others’ misfortunes. The students and aides met with the warden on Wednesday. Our building will revert to all college students in the next month or so. We’ll get classes going and move on and, hopefully, a few guys will earn their degrees.
One thing prison has taught me is everything can
change in an instant. Nothing in here is
guaranteed. Prison, I guess, is just
like real life.
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