Personal Narrative: My End Up In Jail
Understanding the nuts and bolts of the prison system is interesting and sometimes hard. But overall it 's a huge bureaucracy that consumes resources in order to incarcerate people. It does that job, sometimes well, sometimes less than well. We have many dedicated professionals working to make it function right.
It shouldn’t be that way. For those who commit a lower-level crime like drug possession, petty theft, or selling marijuana, prison is not just unfair, it is also a bad sanction for society at large. Reduce sentence minimums and maximums currently on the books. If someone commits a serious crime, like robbery, they should be punished. But there’s little evidence that staying in prison for such long periods of time, such as the 20 or 30-year sentences imposed, will rehabilitate prisoners.
(Dean Myers pg 37) This book reminds me of something similar. People end up in jail every day for many things they do, like robbery and murder. Some jail sentences can be longer than others, but it is better to stay out of jail altogether.
Although I had made many alterations within myself thus far, I did not feel ready to return to the one place where I had created so much chaos almost six months prior. As my discharge date was approaching, I remember thinking I can return home and do the same things I always do or I can actually give myself a chance to live and do something I have never done before. I chose to remove myself from society for another 6 months and I elected to be transferred to a long-term halfway house. While I was there, I was given the foundation that I needed to jumpstart this road of recovery that I have been on for nearly three years now. For the first time in my life, I was actually being held accountable for all of my actions.
I attended Specialty Court on February 22, 2016 at 1:00 PM. When I arrived to drug court, I felt awkward in terms to not knowing what was going to happen within the courtroom. Upon drug court starting it was an entirely new to me. The judge first called two clients in drug court that were not able to attend. The judge then called a client from “the box.”
It took them a whole month before i could go before a judge. I was sitting in my cell waiting for the correctional officer to come get me. I was ready to be outside these damn walls. Being here for over a month was killing me, I was missing out on my money and I haven't been getting no pussy. I mean there was some correctional officers that liked fucking inmates, but I didn’t feel right stepping out on Carmen
This psychological assignment requires us to break a social norm. In my case, I decided to break an appearance social norm. I thought in something weird, but at the same time really funny. Therefore, I entered to my little walking closet and I took the most brilliant and extravagant high heels shoes that I found to wear them at a place when people usually used flip flops.
The day February 20, 2016 in my personal decision of having five seconds of "fun" almost cost two years in a local jail. I took my 2006 Lexus GS 300 and my friend call me asking me if I did want him to race being so foolish accept. We went to empty road way that is out from the police eye and we start racing. The adrenaline that was running through my blood a sensation that I never have felt.
I had one assault charge whenever I was really young, I got detained for a few days then went on my merry way home. About 7 years later, there's another assault charge put against me - whenever someone had spit on me (Hey! That's an assault on a minor!) , I had grabbed their throat and put it against a wall - then let go after realizing I just flipped shit. I already knew what was about to happen, I had dealt with police before but never had any charges.
Living during this period, it seemed like the growth of prisons were becoming a new way of life in America. It seemed like more people were being incarcerated for no reason. I know that because, even my own father was incarcerated because he was framed for a crime he didn’t commit. It was hard for me growing up to understand the idea that my father was not going to be in my life until I was about 16 years old. He went to jail when I was about three, so that was a total of 13 years that my father had to miss of my childhood.
It was a warm March day. The semester had just reached the halfway point and people were scrambling to get grades up, to finish projects, and meet deadlines. Through all the chaos of school nobody was able to see the new era that was about to be thrust upon them. It was speculated and rumored about, that the Principle, Wade Martin, was scheming something sinister, nothing the likes of Middle Creek have ever seen before. It was his mad power grab, The Tardy Policy.
I need to take a walk and clear, my head about this About why I can’t go out without changing my clothes, my shoes, my body posture, my gender identity, my age, my status as a woman. The point being that I can’t do what I want to do with my own body because I am... the wrong sex, the wrong age, the wrong skin, because I was wrong, wrong again to be me. And even tonight suppose it was not here in the city but down on the beach or far into the woods
I went home and started my plan to find this person who framed me. I was ready to give up my everything to catch this one person who made my life horrible. I was trying to think of the best possible way to catch this person when I thought, I should just camp out by that old barn again. The killer has to come back at one point to either collect the body or meet his other henchman in the crime. I decided to pack a bag and get ready to stake out the old barn one more time.
The government treats prisoners as if they are nothing in this world. The U.S prison system needs to be reformed by building new and better prisons and making it more humane and fair. Looking back to the prison history. Incarceration has not always been a common form of punishment. Back then people wanted to reform and change the way
Jimmiela Bruessard 9th Honors Mrs.Smith Tonight? I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.”
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