January 25, 2009

  • 24

    My last 24 hours of freedom.  I have class for the first time tomorrow.  Hours are weird.

    4:00 to 6:50 for the first
    7:00 to 9:50 for the last

    Wednesdays from 5:30 until 8:30 for my internship (teaching creative writing at the women's correctional facility.)  I'm so friggin' stoked about that.  Lots of rules, though.

    No revealing clothing
    Minimal jewelry
    No asking them about their case (I could get subpoenaed if they "confide" in me.)
    Most are in for drug-related issues
    Most have been through abuse: sexual, physical, etc.
    Some are there for 1-2 years
    Some are only there until their trials (a week or so)

    I NEED TO WRITE.
    MY cup runneth dry for story ideas right now. 

    Tonight?  Trash VH1 television.  No better way to say goodbye to my free-time.