So, the full story eh? I spent 15 days in Jail and it was hell.
First, the food. What the heck is up with this crap? It's passed down from the schools, it has to be. When a school gets rejected plates of food they must send it to the jail and tell them to use it. They don't even bother to reheat the dang food! Occasionally we got a meat patty, and unlike school food where you know it's either beef or chicken, these meat patties were totally unidentifiable. We also had beans and bread and white stuff; i think it was oats or grits?
Second, the loneliness of solitary confinement (which I was placed in after a few ruffles) was bewildering, although the couple of days I spent there I read five books all of which were very facinating (The Indwelling, Below the Salt, The Royals, High Fall, Prophet) and fun to read, had nothing better to do... And when I wasn't reading, I was drawing some new pieces and have some good stuff but nothing spectacular (which I will post shortly).
Third, the other people. The other people I had a problem with, they didn't like me and I didn't like them. The very first fight happened when a person decided to hit me in the back at the lunch line. I don't know who he was or what his deal was, I hadn't said anything to anyone yet. My first reaction was like usual (for me) to swing around with a right handed punch to the jaw. I'm usually able to land a guy pretty well, but he was big and I didn't notice until I hit him. He stammered and we got into it pretty good after he recovered. I came out with two black eyes, and a bloody mouth. I don't know how bad he was, but I let him know he wasn't the winner. I also got into two other fights; I guess people wanted to test me...and luckily the next two were the kind that pretend to be tough, emphasis on pretend. Amazing, three fights in a week. I was then moved to solitary confinement.
Fourth, the loneliness again... I tore up a styrofome cup for enjoyment (before I knew I could get books) and tore it into smaller and smaller pieces, until I couldn't pick it apart anymore. After the first day, they were upset that I didn't eat the food (I despise bologna, cheese, and bread; the daily lunch I received) and reported that I didn't eat it into their intercoms... So I learned quickly after that. I flushed all my food down the toilet to convince them I was eating their danged food. However, breakfast was sometimes enjoyable...Cold pancakes and syrup were actually pretty good. I learned to like milk because it was the only drink I ever received that was cold. I also learned that with a toilet right in front of me at all times (toilet and shower available in single room) makes me pee alot. So I peed. "Don't pull for a pee" as Queen Elizabeth said during the water shortage, and the toilet was loud, so I didn't flush for a pee.
Fifth, the shower. The "shower" consisted of two nozzles, one placed just above the waste that had a normal shower stream come from it. The one above your head would have been known to be the same way. No. It let out a high pressure stream of water that would probably work it's way through a piece of wood given time. I found that totally useless to me, and the fact that the water had no system of controlling the temperature. It only got hotter, and hotter. The water also came out in roughly 10 second bursts, so I waited nearly a minute between each burst of water to push the button again; for fear that I would scald my poor sensitive skin ;P. So it took roughly eight minutes I'm guessing to take a shower. At first I had no towel either, I dried off with a clean sock that I had. The towel they provided me with days later was what most would call a face cloth or dish towel.
Sixth, the bed. Be it solitary confinement or general public, the beds sucked. I see even on TV they get full sized matresses. No, not me. I get three blankets and a good luck. The frame of the bed was steal, no doubt about it. I laid two blankets down for cushion and folded one up for a pillow. This made for a very difficult time sleeping; which I was known to do during the day until dinner where I woke up. So my body hurt all the time because of this steal cot, but I got used to it and stopped complaining to myself. The hard part was falling asleep; I thought back as far as second grade on everything in my life I could have done right or done better; something I could have changed in what I said as a response; a wise crack I could have used to make me seem witty; wondering if my family would ever come together again; wishing my mother would find some good friends; wondering how the antique store is doing (we own an antique store, machine shop, and mom is a teacher); and wondering how I'm going to install my speakers I ordered. I ordered two Xtant Z124's, infinity kappa coaxials for the back, and am going to order the infinity kappa components for the front soon. After, I'm ordering either a PPI 5 channel or HiFonics 5 channel amplifier (or just using my mono amp and letting the cd player run the speakers for now).
Seventh, they wouldn't let me use my own razor and they wouldn't let me bring my face wash. They said my face wash had alcohol, a big no no! As if I would drink it, I don't know. The spring inside the face wash nozzle was also a deadly threatening object apparently. The wire on my sketch book had to be removed as well, albeit I could see how that monstrous thing could be used to harm someone.
Eigth, the topics of conversation. Talking with other inmates was boring, their stories were less interesting than falling face first down a cliff. They would talk about the girls they had back home, they would talk about their fight stories (none believable given their appearences) and what they're going to do when they get out. I thought to myself, they're not getting out. So many people were in for probation violation and I thought to myself well that's not too bad, so they missed a payment or something? However, these people were on probation for some hardcore stuff. Vandalism, Theft, Grand-theft-auto, Rape, etc.
Ninth, I had no dang dictionary. While reading I came across a few words I would have really enjoyed knowing the definition to, such as "Coquettishly" and "Equestrain." And even though the reading material amused me, kept me entertained and even set me through a spiritual shock (Prophet; Frank E. Paretti or something) and made me realize that maybe I'm not as Catholic as I like to say I am. I was convinced that the jail picked out books of the christian persuasion as I ran across many like it; avoiding them. The stories never seem to interest me, but Prophet was a very well written book that was slow to start but once into it the book was all I could concentrate on.
Tenth, if I didn't get out in time I wouldn't be able to sign up for my classes and my scholarships would fizzle from existance for the next semester. I go to school for free ($22,000/yr) because of my scholarships, with a $1,100/semester student loan. I didn't want my life set back yet another four months, it had already been set back for four years because under probation I'm not allowed to leave the state and attend DigiPen. My probation should be over by the end of this week; good. Perhaps I won't find myself in jail for anything soon or I won't be seeing the free world for quite some time.
Right now I can't really think of anything more to say..
So what I'm trying to get at here, is, well...
Burger king is much, much better than McDonalds. Oh, and try your best to stay out of jail! You do NOT want to be there!
And you whiney people
5 speeding tickets
Setting up drag races
Gang fights
Gang involvement in theft/vandalism
Now you're all going to look down on me >_<
First, the food. What the heck is up with this crap? It's passed down from the schools, it has to be. When a school gets rejected plates of food they must send it to the jail and tell them to use it. They don't even bother to reheat the dang food! Occasionally we got a meat patty, and unlike school food where you know it's either beef or chicken, these meat patties were totally unidentifiable. We also had beans and bread and white stuff; i think it was oats or grits?
Second, the loneliness of solitary confinement (which I was placed in after a few ruffles) was bewildering, although the couple of days I spent there I read five books all of which were very facinating (The Indwelling, Below the Salt, The Royals, High Fall, Prophet) and fun to read, had nothing better to do... And when I wasn't reading, I was drawing some new pieces and have some good stuff but nothing spectacular (which I will post shortly).
Third, the other people. The other people I had a problem with, they didn't like me and I didn't like them. The very first fight happened when a person decided to hit me in the back at the lunch line. I don't know who he was or what his deal was, I hadn't said anything to anyone yet. My first reaction was like usual (for me) to swing around with a right handed punch to the jaw. I'm usually able to land a guy pretty well, but he was big and I didn't notice until I hit him. He stammered and we got into it pretty good after he recovered. I came out with two black eyes, and a bloody mouth. I don't know how bad he was, but I let him know he wasn't the winner. I also got into two other fights; I guess people wanted to test me...and luckily the next two were the kind that pretend to be tough, emphasis on pretend. Amazing, three fights in a week. I was then moved to solitary confinement.
Fourth, the loneliness again... I tore up a styrofome cup for enjoyment (before I knew I could get books) and tore it into smaller and smaller pieces, until I couldn't pick it apart anymore. After the first day, they were upset that I didn't eat the food (I despise bologna, cheese, and bread; the daily lunch I received) and reported that I didn't eat it into their intercoms... So I learned quickly after that. I flushed all my food down the toilet to convince them I was eating their danged food. However, breakfast was sometimes enjoyable...Cold pancakes and syrup were actually pretty good. I learned to like milk because it was the only drink I ever received that was cold. I also learned that with a toilet right in front of me at all times (toilet and shower available in single room) makes me pee alot. So I peed. "Don't pull for a pee" as Queen Elizabeth said during the water shortage, and the toilet was loud, so I didn't flush for a pee.
Fifth, the shower. The "shower" consisted of two nozzles, one placed just above the waste that had a normal shower stream come from it. The one above your head would have been known to be the same way. No. It let out a high pressure stream of water that would probably work it's way through a piece of wood given time. I found that totally useless to me, and the fact that the water had no system of controlling the temperature. It only got hotter, and hotter. The water also came out in roughly 10 second bursts, so I waited nearly a minute between each burst of water to push the button again; for fear that I would scald my poor sensitive skin ;P. So it took roughly eight minutes I'm guessing to take a shower. At first I had no towel either, I dried off with a clean sock that I had. The towel they provided me with days later was what most would call a face cloth or dish towel.
Sixth, the bed. Be it solitary confinement or general public, the beds sucked. I see even on TV they get full sized matresses. No, not me. I get three blankets and a good luck. The frame of the bed was steal, no doubt about it. I laid two blankets down for cushion and folded one up for a pillow. This made for a very difficult time sleeping; which I was known to do during the day until dinner where I woke up. So my body hurt all the time because of this steal cot, but I got used to it and stopped complaining to myself. The hard part was falling asleep; I thought back as far as second grade on everything in my life I could have done right or done better; something I could have changed in what I said as a response; a wise crack I could have used to make me seem witty; wondering if my family would ever come together again; wishing my mother would find some good friends; wondering how the antique store is doing (we own an antique store, machine shop, and mom is a teacher); and wondering how I'm going to install my speakers I ordered. I ordered two Xtant Z124's, infinity kappa coaxials for the back, and am going to order the infinity kappa components for the front soon. After, I'm ordering either a PPI 5 channel or HiFonics 5 channel amplifier (or just using my mono amp and letting the cd player run the speakers for now).
Seventh, they wouldn't let me use my own razor and they wouldn't let me bring my face wash. They said my face wash had alcohol, a big no no! As if I would drink it, I don't know. The spring inside the face wash nozzle was also a deadly threatening object apparently. The wire on my sketch book had to be removed as well, albeit I could see how that monstrous thing could be used to harm someone.
Eigth, the topics of conversation. Talking with other inmates was boring, their stories were less interesting than falling face first down a cliff. They would talk about the girls they had back home, they would talk about their fight stories (none believable given their appearences) and what they're going to do when they get out. I thought to myself, they're not getting out. So many people were in for probation violation and I thought to myself well that's not too bad, so they missed a payment or something? However, these people were on probation for some hardcore stuff. Vandalism, Theft, Grand-theft-auto, Rape, etc.
Ninth, I had no dang dictionary. While reading I came across a few words I would have really enjoyed knowing the definition to, such as "Coquettishly" and "Equestrain." And even though the reading material amused me, kept me entertained and even set me through a spiritual shock (Prophet; Frank E. Paretti or something) and made me realize that maybe I'm not as Catholic as I like to say I am. I was convinced that the jail picked out books of the christian persuasion as I ran across many like it; avoiding them. The stories never seem to interest me, but Prophet was a very well written book that was slow to start but once into it the book was all I could concentrate on.
Tenth, if I didn't get out in time I wouldn't be able to sign up for my classes and my scholarships would fizzle from existance for the next semester. I go to school for free ($22,000/yr) because of my scholarships, with a $1,100/semester student loan. I didn't want my life set back yet another four months, it had already been set back for four years because under probation I'm not allowed to leave the state and attend DigiPen. My probation should be over by the end of this week; good. Perhaps I won't find myself in jail for anything soon or I won't be seeing the free world for quite some time.
Right now I can't really think of anything more to say..
So what I'm trying to get at here, is, well...
Burger king is much, much better than McDonalds. Oh, and try your best to stay out of jail! You do NOT want to be there!
And you whiney people
5 speeding tickets
Setting up drag races
Gang fights
Gang involvement in theft/vandalism
Now you're all going to look down on me >_<
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