I have been inspired to write because of something that happened recently. It is strange because in the past I have only taken to writing when something traumatic is happening in my life like almost 28 years ago when my father died. So I am kind of surprised that I feel motivated, even compelled to write now. I can only say that I have been deeply affected by a recent conversation.
Recently I agreed to meet someone for coffee, I had only met them once before. This is not something I normally do. I wanted to pick their brains and discuss ideas for teaching a class. (They know who they are – thanks!). We talked about lots of things and as I wrote down some contacts and ideas I could hardly spell with excitement. I got plenty of food for thought.
During the course of the conversation I realized that I had been starting out with too much ambition. Saving the world and eradicating crime is not going to happen – what was I thinking! That’s passion I suppose – getting carried away. Lesson 1 – start small. Lesson 2 – not everyone had a positive education experience and will hate sitting in a classroom listening to me. Lesson 3 – follows on from 2 – students won’t want to or be able to attend all the classes and I mustn’t beat myself up about this. Lesson 4 – you can’t teach people something they already know (surely this is obvious doh!). So onwards and hopefully upwards with redesigning my hopefully new and improved course.
Through this recent conversation, reading articles and talking to ex-prisoners I am slowly learning about the harsh environment of a prison. Yes punishment is necessary but what about the reforming element of a sentence? It seems to have been forgotten. There is so much wrong with the system and this makes re-integration so difficult. As someone said if an ex-prisoner does not have a family on the outside to support them, what then? Prison leaves people unable to trust others, resentful, angry and unable to respond to even the smallest kind gesture.
I hope I will not be breaching a confidence when I say that I have witnessed this anger, resentment and hurt. Once I brought a packet of biscuits to share with my class and one of the students wasn’t sure how to react. I know this was not rudeness. I quickly realized that for a time they had not been used to such a simple gesture. I found this really sad. It is good to see people out in the world and trying to put their lives back together. I just hope that everyday they get stronger and know that there are people out there who do care.