today i received a phone call from my mother. first phone call in almost 27 years. what a weird feeling that was. but it was nice and i think she enjoyed it. i think she even wanted to talk more, but there is only so much strange that two people can absorb in one sitting.
maybe tonight i'll tell some stories from the prison class. next week is graduation already, and this past week the assignment was for each student/inmate/prisoner/bad guy/good guy to give an entertaining speech of 5 to 7 minutes.
these guys are great, and i hope that my re-telling of their stories captures even just a touch of how far the class has come in six weeks -- and how funny their stories were.
3 comments:
I'm glad you had a good conversation with your mom. I'd love to hear stories of the prison class.
You are awesome. One amazing lady.
VW:Greep. What a funny word.
Sometimes I wonder if she cares what we talk about as long as she can hear our voices, then the knife comes shooting across the room as we walk out the door......
Karen's word "Greep" says it all!
there is something about working in corrections that makes things honest. i love my job in our jail, in spite of, and maybe even because of, the honesty of life when it's at its worst. know what i mean??
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