Written on Monday, January 31, 2011
Today was a typical day for me here a Dodge Correctional Institute. I had Rec at 7:30 AM downstairs in the small Rec room. I pushed myself to the limit, damn near passing out while on the bench press. After that, we did clothing exchange. I tried to get out of my cell to “help” the swamper all morning but, the 1st shift Sargent wasn't going for it.
We did cell clean up after 12:15 PM headcount and shift change. The 2nd shift Sargent let me out to help fold laundry until 4:15 PM when we had dinner. Then, I just came back to my cell to lock down. It makes it easier for the Sarge since everyone has to be locked down for headcount at 5:30 PM anyhow.
I used this time to fill out my canteen order form.
After count, the Sarge came and got me out for a phone call... But I never signed up...? I found out the swamper mistakenly signed me up for a phone call instead of my cellmate. I told the Sarge that I didn't want a phone call but he let me stay out to help finish folding laundry and doing “rounds,” answering questions for other inmates and whatever else.
After the swamper passed out ice at 7:00 PM we just played cribbage until 8:45 PM. He told me he heard a number of people may get moved tomorrow but doesn't know who. I guess I'll see then. Now, I'm going to eat some noodles, read my book and lay down for the night. I'm exhausted.
Until Tomorrow...
~J. Doe
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One Step Closer...
...more writings from January 27, 2011
Later, after chow, I sat here reading some magazines I picked up in the library. Once 5:30 PM head count was finished the swamper came and asked if I knew how to fold laundry. By chance, I was a laundry trustee at Rock County Jail last year for a couple of months. Long enough to learn how to fold a lot of laundry fast. So, the C.O. came and let me out of my cell to fold laundry. Both the C.O. and the swamper said if I work out they'll let me out to help every night. I get to listen to the radio while doing something active. It passes time much faster. Not to mention, it's one step closer to becoming the next swamper too.
I helped him until 8:45 PM when we have to lock down for shift change, head count and lights out. I made some noodles quick for a snack and laid down to read after head count. Of course my damn cellmate slept most of the day so he decided to stay up most of the night doing God-knows-what. Sometimes, I just want to slap the shit out of him, but, I remind myself that I only have fifteen months to go... and he should be leaving next week.
~J. Doe
Later, after chow, I sat here reading some magazines I picked up in the library. Once 5:30 PM head count was finished the swamper came and asked if I knew how to fold laundry. By chance, I was a laundry trustee at Rock County Jail last year for a couple of months. Long enough to learn how to fold a lot of laundry fast. So, the C.O. came and let me out of my cell to fold laundry. Both the C.O. and the swamper said if I work out they'll let me out to help every night. I get to listen to the radio while doing something active. It passes time much faster. Not to mention, it's one step closer to becoming the next swamper too.
I helped him until 8:45 PM when we have to lock down for shift change, head count and lights out. I made some noodles quick for a snack and laid down to read after head count. Of course my damn cellmate slept most of the day so he decided to stay up most of the night doing God-knows-what. Sometimes, I just want to slap the shit out of him, but, I remind myself that I only have fifteen months to go... and he should be leaving next week.
~J. Doe
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