My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

Sigh. Where has time gone? It's already mid-November, and my fall semester is quickly approaching its twilight, along with my 4 year sentence here at Rutgers State Prison. Naw, I'm just playing. This place isn't really a prison. Or is it? We pay thousands of dollars to be treated like tiny little gears in a giant machine that abuses people for 4 (or 5 or 7) years, and hands them a little piece of paper on their way out that says, "Thanks for playing! Your parting gift is a journey to the unknown. The world of uncertanties and hypocrisies awaits you. By the way, would you mind giving more money to the place that has warped you irrepairably?" But I'm not bitter. I watched "The Shawshank Redemption" on tv last night. I've seen it before, so I didn't really mind the fact that I fell asleep and missed the last 1/3rd of it. But I got to thinking today about the part where Brooks committed suicide because he couldn't deal with life on ...