16 weeks: A more appropriate name for prison

I've always tried to think of this place as something else, anything else, other than prison. I thought it would make time go by slightly more pleasant.

At first, I pretended I was in boot camp. Dressed in uniform, people of authority telling you what to do (sometimes nicely, other times harshly), bunk beds that you have to keep orderly, waking up early, etc. I try to exercise frequently too and even had a drill sergeant in county leading me in various types of exercises. But it's definitely no boot camp. Barely anyone does anything physically strenuous and the women in prison definitely lack discipline and respect for others.

So maybe I can consider prison a true place of rehabilitation. Classes, programs, etc. to make individuals learn to be better. Unfortunately, that's not the case either for majority of the population. Only a percentage of us actually sign up for these classes or try to use this time to become mentally, physically, emotionally, or spiritually stronger.

This morning as I was observing everyone waiting for breakfast to be called out, I realized this place is closest to a zoo. A zoo for wild animals, some fight, some mate, they go crazy waiting to be fed. It's a fucking madhouse! There's no better way to describe it for you. Put a bunch of animals in a cage and this is what you get.  I'm sorry, but I'm slightly aggravated right now if you can't tell.

So although, in my head, I am in a boot camp, a place of rehabilitation and learning and growing, a time away from the outside world to rethink the past and be prepared for the future as well as appreciate the present, I do all of these things in a zoo, wishing the animals were slightly more tame. On a better note, the air conditioning is fixed! THANK YOU GOD! =) Now if only I could have more visits it'd be all rainbows and gumdrops!!!