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Jail Time
Added August 6, 2016: This is my first “journal” entry. I learned journalling as an assignment at Community Correction Center (CCC) near Monroe, Ohio. I was sentence to 6 months at CCC, a sex-offender and drunken-anger management facility of the Ohio Department of Corrections (prisons). We were provided with blank Mead Composition booklets. I retained mine when I left the "prison". Journalling is a habit I have kept up with off and on ever since. Thank you, CCC. So despite my skeptism of “the program” expressed in this first entry below (which proved true at least for me), I did benefit from the “forced” journaling part of “the program”. This the following prison entries were written as a good student that I am (as always) completing the “assignment”. Journaling is standard fare for the program. I was a good behaving prisoner and was respected by the staff for that; not for that by other prisoners, but because I as an old man could whip all "them young bucks" at ping pong. First Journal Entry Scott Sinnock Dorm C 2714 (my number, how we identified ourselves at roll call) Today, as most days, I have the “should’a”, “could’a,”, “would’a” feelings about why I am in here. Maybe the group and program can help, but I still don’t feel guilty. I grant the power of the state to set laws and I technically broke one, so I accept being here, though not my guilt in any meaningful way. I still think I may have been “caught” on purpose for several intertwined reasons 1. To see if jail is OK for me to live out my remaining years, (it is, always an option) 2. To “show” Jeannie, and 3. To punish myself for some deeper sense of self-loathing mentioned by Gail Harris (PhD Psychologist, I enjoyed talks with her). I will try to “get with the program”, but I am very skeptical about how it will help. For example, I got sort of mad at the assignment of reading about alcohol and drugs, because I don’t have that problem. "Well, maybe I could be some time in the future or now and don’t know it". That is now why I am here according to state records. Well, enough for now, my hand isn’t controlling the pen anymore. |