It just occurred to me that I
never gave an example of my daily schedule.
Here
is a running blog of a typical day’s events:
6:30- Wake up Call/Smoke Break: Personally, I think they
should just yell "Smoke Break!" instead of "Wake Up!" because that is when everyone
comes running out of their rooms like it’s a fire drill.
Meanwhile, I don’t hear a thing anymore
because I have my ear plugs stuck so far in my ear I need the jaws-of-life to
get them out of my head.
Oh yeah did I
mention that my roommate raises and races pigeons?
7:00- Roll Call + Breakfast: They read off everyone’s name
to make sure they are there then we go off to breakfast consisting of cereal,
toast, and bananas.
Everyday, for 14
days, cereal, toast, and bananas.
So of
course I stopped eating it on the 3
rd day when I realized there
wasn’t going to be steak and eggs anytime soon.
I still have to travel down the 92 steps to sit there for 5 minutes then
rebelliously sneak out and climb back up the 92 steps.
Come to find out I’m not rebellious at all
since another kid sneaks back into his room everyday despite the cameras going
down the hall.
I tried this once, got
away with it, but never did it again because I was pacing back and forth in my
room freaking out about getting caught.
8:15- Groups: We travel down 75
steps to go into a room and talk about things that are to stay in that
room.
Needless to say nothing is ever
said so it doesn’t matter.
9:15-
10:45-
Mandatory Recreation: I wouldn’t really classify this as recreation since it is
mandatory, and also because it resembles more of a cattle train.
They round us up for a walk around the worst
part of
Worcester,
what I have affectionately deemed the “scenic route”, in which we see local
flare from the weekend festivities.
I
look down at my feet and see crack pipes, used “balloons”, and mini bottles
that were once filled with liquid courage.
Worcester
seems like a fun place when it comes right down to it.
11:00- Class: This is class time in which in previous days
I told you how I take notes and how I spend the whole hour pondering new ways
the cafeteria can incorporate beans into the menu.
12:00- Lunch: Everything has beans in it.
Sometimes it makes sense i.e. franks and
beans, but other times makes you scratch you head in wonder.
Why are there beans with seafood salad?
Doesn’t seem right at all.
This doesn’t stop me from eating it however
(see not losing weight).
12:45-
3:00-
Optional Recreation: If it’s nice out we go play softball.
On the way to the field we converse with the
local patrons who must be on the weekend parade committee I mentioned earlier
because I see them asking for donations with catchy slogans on their cardboard
signs.
If it is raining I go nap for 3
hours.
(Author's Note 2013: 3 hours???? I'd kill for 15 minutes nowadays)
3:00- Class- I fall asleep
through most of these too. I wouldn’t have to if my roommate didn’t snore at
night and my dreams err nightmares weren’t filled with pigeons flying after me
with my roommate who has 2 teeth laughing at me.
4:00- Group project/Class- These
were put into place to promote teamwork, get to know each other, and to see
that there are other things to do other than drink alcohol to have fun.
Hmmmm, if I am making straw constructions
that house an egg so it doesn’t break and drawing pictures of fictional animals
while I am sober, people are going to think I am drunk at the time I am doing
these things so I may as well become an
alcoholic.
5:00- Dinner: More impressive
bean creations…Bean pudding? What the?
7:00- AA meeting: The first AA
meeting was interesting and enlightening.
Then they had another one…and another one…and ANOTHER ONE.
Pretty soon it got diluted and redundant so I
stopped listening.
We had that victim’s
perspective class in this time slot one night and you all know how that went.
8:15- Closing meeting: Oh, if only you guys could be a fly
on the wall for these meetings.
So much
bullshit is flying around I’m surprised we don’t have a fly infestation.
Everyone just wants to get out of there, even
the ones who are sincere and want help…even the counselors.
It’s been a long day and everyone just wants
to go relax.
Of course, there is one
person who doesn’t feel this vibe and is completely oblivious to it all.
MKIA doesn’t seem to understand that we don’t
care about how the death of her cat is what causes her to drink.
When the circle comes around to her EVERYONE
rolls their eyes and starts getting huffy and impatient.
Another interesting transformation takes
place here.
35 yr olds cut their ages in
half instantly and start making fart noises as well as other peanut gallery
tomfoolery, but MKIA still drones on despite all this.
9-10:30: Depending on when MKIA
shuts her yap we get the rest of the night free.
I play cards, mostly Pitch.
This is when the dinner band starts to come
out and play.
People’s bowels have no
control over it, and it has a lot to do with the steady diet of beans.
Gross I know, but it is not our fault.
At least that is what the counselors have
been telling us during our stay.
Beaning
is a disease…oh wait they were talking about alcohol, I should pay more
attention.
10:30- Lights out:
Yup quiet time until my roommate who raises
and races pigeons (I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned that yet) bitches and moans
about the day then laments about how a raccoon got into his pigeon coop and ate
one of his prized racers.
Then I get to
listen to him snore…Then I fall asleep.
Those were my days in a nutshell.
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