For the past few months the warden has been pushing clean cells. Each week he holds a competition where he goes around to every cell to pass or fail it. If you pass, you get a bag of popcorn on Saturday.
Juan and I have never passed.
Popcorn is not a very good motivator for me. We already sweep and mop our cell every other day. I scrub the sink and toilet to a shine with toothpaste once a week. the ony reason we fail is because of the stuff around our mattresses. We both have uncommonly narrow mattresses, so we store frequently-accessed items like books and writing supplies around the rim of our bunks. It's all neat and organized, but not what they're looking for.
Apparently, the warden noticed our pattern of noncompliance because my book cart duty was interrupted as I was told to get back to my cell ASAP. When I walked in to the dorm, I saw a sergeant in my cell on the second floor. When I looked into the cell, I couldn't see the floor due to all the stuff strewn around like trash. The sergeant had torn up our cell like a mobster making an example of a "client". everything was everywhere.
"I'm not taking anything. Just have all this cleaned up and compliant before lunch is over."
Ugh. This is ridiculous. I spent the next hour rearranging my property in my locker and hiding many of my books under my mattress to make sure everything was out of sight. It would all go back to normal after sarge came back to inspect the progress, so it didn't matter how lumpy and uncomfortable the mattress was.
It wasn't until just before shift change at 6 o'clock that the sergeant came back, but we passed his check. It's doubtful that Juan and I will put forth the effort to pass again.
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