I am given a teaching mentor called Ellen, who's in her mid-forties. Ellen is the fourth generation of her family to have a position at the prison, jobs ranging from officer and governor to chef and teacher. The first thing she says to me is:"Don't ever think you can change any of them."I grin and say, "OK."The morning session is three and a half hours long. Research suggests that the optimal concentration span for an adult educated to a reasonable standard is between 20 and 25 minutesÑfew prisoners here will have any formal academic qualifications, and many will have effectively left school at some point between the ages of eight and 11.
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Learn 2 Live 4 Life* is a motivational course. Prisoners are allocated to this class if they refuse to sign up for either prison jobs or other educational programmes—or if they have been sacked from either/both.I'm co-teaching the course with someone called Charlotte; her facial expression is normally one of permanent disappointment and resentment, and the prisoners often pick up on this and attempt to play us off against each other. A prisoner called Nicholas speaks privately with Charlotte and states that he feels victimised due to my refusal to call him by his nickname. Nicholas is a white man whose nickname is "Paki". Charlotte approaches me with an angry facial expres- sion and explains that I don't understand working-class culture and should show more empathy towards "Paki". I grin and say:
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I cover for sick and absent teachers on several different courses during this period.At first I don't mind this because I get to experience other classes, but pretty soon I begin to feel undervalued and bored. It's more useful at this point to analyse some of the other teachers:Nigel: Believes in the death penalty for paedophiles and murderers and eats microwave vindaloo for lunch three times a week. He talks a lot about his children in mostly positive terms, but makes a point of refer- ring to his daughter-in-law as a "Jap" on many separate occasions. Does not speak to me for approximately five months after I express my support for devolution.Davina: Throws major passive aggressive shade at me for an admittedly rank fart I let off during a staff meeting. She's one of the few teachers with a degree and a discernible "passion" for her subject, but is off sick a lot and takes redundancy.Philippa: Files a written complaint against another teacher for a "work-related" Facebook status. Files a written complaint against another teacher for giving prison- ers more than the one allocated tea bag, whitener and sugar per tea break. Files a written complaint against another teacher for fist-bumping a student. Likes travelling and experiencing new cultures.David: Enjoys talking to me, and only me, about conspiracy theories. Asks me how to set up a Twitter. Files a written complaint against Philippa for making a joke about his haircut, then takes redundancy.
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There are changes to the prison regime and also new policies and targets relating to class attendance. In my class there are enough tables for ten prisoners and enough chairs for eight. I look at the register and see that 15 prisoners have been allocated to the course.Arron is waiting to be tried for murder but is confident that a deal can be reached to downgrade to manslaughter. I think, Seems honest, seems good to accept responsibility.In the week leading up to his trial, I catch Arron stealing some neon highlighters, but let him off with a verbal warning. I sit in Pret at lunch and find him online. His bio reads, "Hard Style Mother Fucker To The Max".When the jury finds Arron guilty of murder, the judge, very deliberately and at length, explains that manslaughter was never an option, and considering the degree of attempted manipulation from arrest right through to conviction, that while he will serve a minimum life sentence of 20 years, Arron must accept that he may never be released.I see Arron on his wing landing a couple of days later. He is leaning on the stair railing, and waves at me as he talks quietly and calmly to another prisoner. Remembering his post—"Life is like a box of chocolates, it's all good till you get the fucking coffee bastard!!!111"—I wave back and think, Seems zen, seems chill.24–30 MONTHS
The prison policy has changed again. There is less emphasis on class numbers. Several members of staff have left since I started, teachers with degrees and teaching qualifications have been replaced by former admin staff and ICT workers. The department is generally quiet, the prisoners mostly happy as long as they get their tea makings.
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