10:00 The voices in my head are deafening. Or is it just my heart rate pounding in my ears? Either way, I’m completely inside of my own head. Tracing overplays and trying to calm my anxious and nervous jitters--it is ten minutes until game time.  As I make my way out of the locker room with my team in tow, my adrenaline starts to pump. My heart is beating out of my chest, and I can’t decide...

Those of you who have had to deal with the public know this is true. For those of you who haven’t, I’ll do my best to portray late-night grocery duties as accurately as possible.  My sleepy hometown had more than one grocery store, but of course, I picked the mom and pop store to apply to. Little did I know that Walmart would have been just as bad. I still can’t believe those words are coming...

Day 1  I’d never thought I would be in jail, and certainly, not by choice. My first day of training as a correctional officer, better known as COI, started with sitting and ended with sitting. Hours upon hours of sitting in one spot, then another.  The basic duties of a COI seemed to be watching. Watching the inmates. . .Oh! I forgot I am not supposed to call or think of them that way. I remember...