The Adventures of the Prison Warden

A student could often compare their life to that of a prisoner, especially if one is living in the dormitory or jail. However as one grows up, one can also apply for a job known as RA or prison warden assistant. This one certain individual happened to apply and get this very job. As a result these RA's were taken on a special trip to Banff where they spent time in the hot springs, going up a gondola, running down the side of the mountain trying to make it to the bus before those riding the gondola (those with weak knees and those who don't run often, such as a girl by the name of Charlee, are not advised to do this as it leads to not being able to walk for three days afterwards), going on a hike in the mountains and just enjoying nature with your fellow RA's. It was a good bonding experience. The next few days that followed (imagine days following days) found this group in a series of meetings which didn't help this Charlee girls legs which felt as though they had been run over by a bulldozer then trampled on by thousands of angry bulls and finally seized up as they sat and then those horrid words were mentioned by those in charge "lets stand for prayer or for the opening song." At those words her legs would scream "no pleases! We are too weak" but her arms would grab the arm rests and push up and her legs had to valiantly muster up the courage to support the crazy amount of weight that pushed down on them from her body. They screamed, they cried, but to no avail. They sent little messages to the brain screaming for help but the brain sent a message back saying "shut up and pay attention." Needless to say just as Charlee' s legs began feeling better something else began to...not feel better. She spent the whole of Sunday night awake in the bathroom praying for an instant death, she didn't care how just death. She tried different pills (not to kill herself but to help with the pain and such) but nothing helped. It wasn't until later the next day that she found out that raspberry leaves made into a tea help big time...modern pills are useless at times. So she tried to catch up on some sleep but she was also on duty and new students were arriving.
Now Charlee is working the front desk and trying to plot out her life...to some extent. Should she drop out of college...just kidding...
On Tuesday Charlee and her friend Azalea hopped into Charlee's trusty ol' pickup and made thier way into Edmonton with Charlee sweating all the way hoping no spark plugs decided to play games again. Thankfully all went well and they made it there safely. They both had appointments at 4:30 to get their hair done and so they both went in and sat down. At 5:00 Charlee was done and decided to go to the food court and get popcorn and call her parents. She sat there, by herself, on the cell phone while trying to place the exploding popcorn into her mouth. This was a problem, you see, Charlee is blonde. As she talked she realized she did not possess the talent to place the popcorn into her mouth and so by the end of her conversation a pile of popcorn had accumlated on the table and on the floor. She bent down and picked it all up, throwing it in the garbage, then continued walking back to the salon only to discover Azalea was still sitting with tinfoil in her hair...it was 6:30. With this she decided to walk to Chapters and "look" at the books. However Charlee happens to suffer from something known as bookaholism which is, for her, the equivalent of an alcoholic walking into a beer store or a kid walking into a candy store...not a healthy combination. She walked in not expecting to buy anything but this is next to impossible for her as she is crazy about books...she walked out with two. So there she sat, on a ledge next to the escalators, across from the salon, reading her new book. People walked by but she failed to notice as she slowly dissolved into the world of the book. Before she knew it Azalea was standing over her asking if she was ready to go and thus they left and headed back to the little town of Lacombe. Now Charlee sits at the front desk on Wednesday evening writing the first blog in a while and now that the blog is finished she will pick up her book and read until her shift ends in 54 minutes.