MY FIRST DAY

Year one, day one: Today, I was sentenced. No surprises, taken just as my lawyer told me it would happen and yet, it still didn't make it any easier. I left the world I was familiar with, a place with loving friends. Where did I go? Jail. The experience? Honestly, I felt as if I were a dog being thrown in the pound. I sat around for hours locked in a single room behind the court room and as I was taken there with handcuffs, walking by several mail inmates making crude remarks and racial slurs at me. The loud voices were giving me the biggest headache ever. Luckily enough, the nurse at medical was kind enough to supply me with some Tylenol. Everything seems completely surreal at this point. I think I'm relatively good at adapting to unfamiliar situations though. I've never before missed my family and friends as much as right now. There are so many completely psychotic and problematic people in society that I never really thought to ever encounter. I'm like in a zoo with wild animals behind bars. Definitely not something I'd ever imagine to have to experience. What a fucking day.