Welllll I haven't updated in a while.
Prison is still prison, and I am still me...both of which need change. haha.

I yelled at Terry the other day. Yelling at a former murderer may not be the best reaction, but it happens. I get super overwhelmed sometimes when I'm there because I'm their contact with the rest of the world, and it's a lot to take on. I had a terrible headache which was only aggatated by the harsh lighting and slamming metal doors of a prison, so I was already in a bad mood. Terry immediately starts asking me a million questions about mentors, none of which I had answers to...so I told him in no uncertain terms that he was driving me insane and if he didn't stop interrogating me I was going to kick him. I really wouldn't have kicked him- but it got my point across. There were 5 other inmates in the room and they went silent, got up...and told me goodbye-verrrrry quietly. Haha, I think I scared them? Big bad intimidating Rachel. All 5 feet of me.

Anyhow, I met with an inmate who applied for the program who is Rastafarian!- He was cool. Our conversation was....interesting:

Me: So, what are your charges.
Him: Assault. I caught my wife in bed with my best friend so I hit them with a baseball bat. Do I regret it? No. Would I do it again in the same situation? Probably.
Me: Blank Stare. Well, fair enough. Anyway...I see you said on here you need to get your license back, is it suspended, and if so, why?
Him: Yeah, it's suspended. I got drunk and drove my motorcycle into a dump truck.
Me: Blank stare.
Him: I don't smoke the ganja anymore, due to my...current situation.
Me: Well, that's a plus.


Sometimes the inmates I meet baffle me.

Anyhow, my mentors meet their inmates on Monday and I'm soooooo so so excited !!! I'm also having an open house at the prison to inform people about the program. I hope it goes well, it'll be the 4th one...and they've gotten better each time.

The end.