Confirmation
Today, I am grateful to report that although my outdate changed to 2027, my FIRST STEP ACT diligence has paid off in- that I had basically TWO YEARS CREDIT accumulated towards an early relase to home confinement or halfway house.
I still remember when the FSA passed. My best friend and workout partner sat on the rec yard with me for 6 weeks as we poured over the document. It was like 600 pages long. It was so detailed and complex, we had to like debate back and forth to grasp the full scope of meaning.
This was back when we could actually life a full and active life here.
Every day we would go out to rec at the 7 am move. There was no issue with having a bag filled with all the important accessories for a morning of healthy activities and the copy of the FSA.
First we would get on the elliptical, then do some hit before taking a nice brisk walk around the track.
At 10 am I would go back to the unit and make us some lunch, tuna salad or something. At 10: 30, I could make the move back and we would sit on the racquetball court in the partial shade of the wall.
We took turns reading and debating and working it all out. Sometimes we would have to go back to the unit and send an email for information.
For the rest of the afternoon, we would do strength training and hit those blue racquetballs against the court wall until 3:30 pm.
In the evenings and sometimes during the day, we taught classes. I taught every sort of rec class, fitness class, offered at rec.
At Education I taught everything to do with poetry or emotional intelligence or geography and everything in between.
The fact is, I was determined to program my way out of this prison even before the FSA passed.
My goal was to transform myself into the best version of me and when I realized that the waiting list went by out date and mine was so far off, it occurred to me that I would be satisfying the need from the position of the teacher and didn’t have to wait.
When we read the details, I saw this beautiful picture in my mind of a window, with a slight little crack of an opening; where as there had been no sign of light that I could fit through, suddenly there was just enough room to get my hand in.
I remember getting really passionate on the rec yard, several times over the years, lecturing the women out on the yard,
the window has a crack, there is an opening, if we are all such bad asses, what’s up? what person would not try anything they could to get it opened?”
So many of them simply put, “couldn’t see the forest for the trees” but there were some who saw the value in programming and setting our intentions.
Today, I cashed in.
I don’t know any exact details but I will report the details as they come.
