The gravel shoots out from under the tires of my ’97 Pathfinder as I wind my way toward the entrance of Hillsborough Correctional Institution. I am only forty minutes from home, but the churning in my stomach tells me I’m a lot further than that. I have never been to a prison, as an inmate or to visit. I’ve never even been to the county jail. “You’ll be fine,” my friend Minnette tells me that morning. She teaches art teacher here and is the one who convinced me to do a creative writing class. “There are a lot of women looking forward to it. It will be amazing. You’ll see.”
Teaching, Tests & Retrospect
Teaching, Tests & Retrospect
Teaching, Tests & Retrospect
The gravel shoots out from under the tires of my ’97 Pathfinder as I wind my way toward the entrance of Hillsborough Correctional Institution. I am only forty minutes from home, but the churning in my stomach tells me I’m a lot further than that. I have never been to a prison, as an inmate or to visit. I’ve never even been to the county jail. “You’ll be fine,” my friend Minnette tells me that morning. She teaches art teacher here and is the one who convinced me to do a creative writing class. “There are a lot of women looking forward to it. It will be amazing. You’ll see.”