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  • Level: GCSE
  • Subject: English
  • Essay length: 1058 words

a day in the life of a prisoner

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Introduction

A Day In The Life Of A Prisoner Ever wondered what it's like to be a prisoner? He may have done something wrong to end up there, but ever wondered how someone's life is, once they get put behind the bars? I opened my eyes and a yellow light on the ceiling greeted me with a bright stare. I rolled myself out of the bed with a slight groan and my back started complaining by cracking in different places like firecrackers. I can see the sun shining outside my cell but no warmth is being given in. The only warmth I get is from my 2cm sheet of "blanket". The air-conditioner in front of me just drones on and on and on, slicing the early morning silence. Overall, my room isn't the best place on earth, but I don't have a choice but to rot in it. My bladder was going out of control so I went across the room to my own private buzzer.

Middle

Breakfast ends and we head to the playground for free play. Free play is the time where the prisoners are allowed to do whatever they like and play whichever sport pleases them. As a prisoner, all I can do is enjoy it to the best I can. The fresh air is soothing yet disturbing at the same time. As usual, I just sit by myself and reminisce on old times and past events. However, when my imagination takes me back in time, my reality doesn't change. The harsh reality of being in prison. Lunchtime. We come to the Lunch Quarters and wait for our lunch to arrive. We change out of our trainers and back into our sandals and as a privilege, we are giving deodorant to pump on ourselves. After playing and sweating, everyone's hormones are high and skin is glistening. Lunch is here. Today's menu consists of a hard cheese sandwich and a desert of crackers, with butter as hard as a rock.

Conclusion

It's actually like a hotel for me with room and board. When people receive a sentence, they associate it as being the worst time of their life. Nevertheless, this prison has given me a lot of time to think about my life, my mistakes and what I need to do in life to be a better person. Afterall, you only have one life and no second chances. A day in the life of a prisoner isn't always dreary but being connected to the outside world only by the 4 o' clock news is quite dismal. Although being locked up here isn't the best thing in the world, its not all that bad. Prisoners get all the attention they need, even if they don't want it. I have grown quite attached to this institution. When I had my freedom, I was unsure about a lot of things, like if I'll be able to get food and a bed. Here I get both. If you take advantage of prison, believe me, you will go far. Well, that's enough of me talking. What you have just read is the utmost and bitter truth.

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