The Minor Details


Yesterday, I went for fingerprinting and my meeting with a Probation Officer. They gave me a really long list of rules for things I could and couldn’t do, and it’s pretty traumatizing. I’m not going to go into it, because it’s simply depressing, but there are a lot of things that I will have to give up for the next year.

It’s going to be a hard year, but these sacrifices I’m making will only be temporary and I can only hope that things will get better as time passes. 

Some things will change when I have my official meeting with the Probation Officer that is now assigned to me. There’s this list of ‘Probation for Sex Offender’ rules that I’m on because the original charge was ‘Lewd and Lascivious Behavior’. This includes not talking to minors, which is really difficult when over half of my friends are under the age of eighteen.

I also have to have permission from my Probation worker to stay over at someone’s house or have anyone stay over here. The lady I talked to yesterday said that most of those rules wouldn’t be applicable to me, seeing as how I’m only eighteen and a student, and they’re just cover rules.

I still have to abide by them until next Friday when I have my first meeting. I can’t even go practice music with Alexa or chill with Kresha or anything. It’s all this ship that seems to have sunk. So, since I can’t make plans (and I apparently now have an enforced curfew?) for the next week, I’m going to be slamming my studies.

I’m going to start with my Spanish class. I think I’ll take that sucker out in a matter of a couple of weeks so I never have to worry about it again. And then onto Art and Music Appreciation courses and my second section of Creative Writing. It’s all very intense.

Anyway, tonight is my last free night (as dictated by yours truly), and so I shall spend it watching ‘The Walking Dead’ and possibly crying. However, I’ve decided that this is also my last night of self-pity for a while. I have a sentence to face and I’m not going to allow my depression to get the best of me.

I’m going to power through this year, yeah? So look forward to some upbeat writing, because in the next few weeks, some serious changes are going to take place.

Love ya!

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About mylifeinheartbeats

Telea is an aspiring Musician who spends too much time aspiring to be a Writer who thinks she's a Comedian. There's not much more to know, except for everything. Telea has a tendency to not think before she speaks or acts. She enjoys chocolate, long walks on the beach, and talking about herself in the third person. She wants to get to know you, so please send her your Name, Address, and SSN. Telea promises that, though she has indeed committed one count of Lewd and Lascivious behavior (to be tried under a court of law), she is a good person and will not intentionally harm you/expose herself to you/hate you for your stupid perspectives/axe-murder you. Telea believes in the greater good, Nutella, peace, free love for all, and snuggles. She chooses Bacon over you, unless you come bearing bacon. She is a fat woman trapped inside a curvy woman's body. She is not for sale unless the price tag you put on her has something to do with world peace. She will sell herself for world peace. She hopes in the deepest of her heart places that you will enjoy her blog and find reason to follow it. Telea thanks you.

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  1. Yer old auntie Jan

    I hope that by writing about what you did and the consequences of it will have a huge impact on other young people that have gotten into trouble because of their behavior. And I hope it is a deterrent to others that choose to do things that are a danger to themselves or others. Your words are very wise, Telea. Stay strong. And by all means, keep writing.

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