I almost got a blue sheet today. In here, a blue sheet is another way of saying, "you're fucked." It is the worst charge you can receive and they can hold you here past your max date if this is received, you can lose your chances of going to a halfway house or parole and you can get sent to lock. Pink sheets are the next one down and that usually gives you 5 days LORP (in other words, you're confined to your bunk).
So how did I, someone who stays far away from trouble, almost get in trouble you ask? No, I didn't get into a fight. No, I didn't touch a girl improperly. NO, I didn't steal! I simply held a door opern for somebody who was approximately 5 feet behind me. We were going to the library and the polite thing to do, at least where I'm from, would be to hold the gate open so they don't have to wait for it to be unlocked again. Apparently, in here it's called "tampering with locks". Well, sorry but next time the door is being shut in your face.
After listening to the short midget of a bald-headed guard ( who obviously has some sort of complex that makes him feel the need to find any reason to show his authority over others) scolds us and basically tells me and Lo we are retards, we seemingly sincerely apologize for our "misconduct". He tells us to give him our IDs on the way back from the library so he can write up our blue sheets, but when we return, he decides to "be nice" and let us go on this one. What a relief! But come on, we're the least trouble-making inmates in this place! It's like when cops pull you over for throwing a gum wrapper out of your window when there are rapists and whatnot on the loose nearby. And yes, that has happened to me as well. I just want to go home already. I miss home terribly and I'm so sick of this place.
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