Synopsis of yesterday’s episode: I was in the SHU after having been delivered there by a reluctant lieutenant. It was a brand new experience of claustrophobia and overstimulation for a person who lives with hyperacute hearing, auditory processing disorder, and sensory disorder (namely, me). The story continues to unfold…
|I was lost in the chaos and confusion of the prison world.|
I was working as a tutor in the
education department, as was my roommate. I will call her Merry Lee, but that’s
not actually her name. She had a long sentence for some sort of drug-related
charge. The government called her the “kingpin.” She said that the
person who really was the kingpin was so stupid that the government refused to
accept the idea that he could have masterminded any sort of crime whatsoever.
And he wasn’t the only stupid person. Apparently, the staff instructor in the
prison’s GED program wasn’t too smart. One day, Merry Lee asked me, “What
is nine to the second power?” Math isn’t my best skill and I was
hopelessly bored in school with a never-ending supply of arithmetic worksheets.
Despite my weak mathematical background, I did not hesitate in saying,
“eighty-one.” She told me that the instructor said that the answer was
I felt like a math whiz.
Unfortunately, that feeling lasted for about two seconds.
submit a “cop out” (inmate request to staff) for the open tutor job.
I was not sure that I really wanted that sort of job. Eventually, I agreed to
apply for the position so that I could help out Merry Lee and, maybe, teach a
little creative writing to the students, especially since math seemed to be
in the Job from Hell. The students shouted their conversations in the classroom
and the teacher showed up sporadically. There were only a few textbooks in the
room because, apparently, a few months earlier, the textbooks had somehow
gotten moldy and were discarded. I’m not sure how that happened and I wasn’t
sure of why the textbooks had yet to be replaced.
pain in my ears. I went back to my room and crocheted. Or I went outside and
walked the track. I brought my little overpriced radio and listened to
classical music through headphones. I wanted out of that nightmarish job but,
when I asked the counselor, he said no, that I had to stay in the job for 90
days before I could get a job change. As time went on, the teacher’s behavior
escalated. He showed up to class more frequently so that he could teach his
favorite subject, essay writing. He tried to get the students to write about
how wonderful George W. Bush was as a president but they expressed confusion
about the topic. He attempted to teach grammar but his grammar was incorrect. I
pointed that out. Later, he said that, if I wanted to correct him, I had to do
it in private and not in front of the students. My other alternative was to
write him a note.
read out loud. She said that she felt uncomfortable about doing that. I
understood her feelings. I had been very shy as a child and, in fact, continued
to be shy. No one knew because I covered up my shyness with a lot of chatter.
The teacher told her that he was giving her a direct order to read and, if she
continued to refuse, he would have her sent to the SHU for violating a direct
order. I proceeded to write him a note: “Threatening students is generally
not considered to be an effective teaching technique.” Then I handed it to
him, trying hard not to burst into a self-satisfied smirk.
red. Uh oh, I thought. I am headed to the SHU right now! That is the end of me!
I am toast. Not just toast, but toasted toast… burnt toast… inedible burnt
itty bitty pieces. Whew, I thought. He just destroyed the evidence of what he
might have termed my insubordination. What a relief! I was not on a one-way trip to the
SHU after all.
to choose my side. Either I was with him or I was with them. He was going to
make sure that as many as three students were placed in the SHU for ninety
days. They would be hot and miserable and he was going on vacation, where he
would relax and enjoy his wonderful life.
side-choosing. That didn’t sit well with him.
abruptly. I thought about flipping over at this sudden outburst, much like
Charlie Brown did when someone suddenly yelled. But, alas, I couldn’t violate
the laws of gravity quite as easily as I could violate laws prohibiting
trespass on a military base. So I just looked at him. He continued, “YOU ARE IN
would explain that really atrocious fashion statement that I was sporting.