Art Class

The art class was on Mondays, in the afternoon. I could barely get out of art class and make it to the inevitable visit I'd have waiting for me at that time. My mom, usually.
The guard who worked their was nicer than most. He suggested we watched Brokeback Mountain once during the line for turning in pencils and pens. Said it was a good movie, I haven't seen it yet, but thought the suggestion odd their in art class line of Bexar County Jail.
The three ringed binders with images ready to be traced or with a corresponding number for a copy to be pulled from file cabinets by a working inmate, given a name I can't recall right now. Oh, "Trustee"
Yeah, the trustees are any working inmate. Be they with laundry service, serving or cooking food, clerical, or even some apparently get out of the facility. I don't know how htye do it, but they're able to sometimes get double portions of food and such, is what I heard. I also heard the work day was very long, but that this was nicer than being in the pod.
Trustees wear a different color outfit, so it's easy to know who they are and where they work with their corresponding color. Kitchen white, clerical striped, the art class and law library kind, tan.
In any case, art class I'd sit and read recipes. I have a mountian I copied so as to not get in trouble for being idle. Their were boxes of magazines by the paper table, so I'd pick some out and read recipes in them. Mrs B, the civilian worker who was pretty abrasive, kept tight vigilance, and like to kick guys out of class if their was anything going on.
In fact, she was upset with me since the first class. Not knowing protocal is a very bad position to be in, especially, and with me only with the guards and staff.
I couldn't pick out my own string from the wall apparently, and was supposed to wait behind a yellow tape on the floor. I was almost kicked out for this.
The string, I'll mention, is the kind you'd use for a friendship kind of bracelet. Or at least the last time I had used them, this was how I used it. At Bexar County, we made little crosses in necklace form. I made myself one in blue and white, which I kept and gave to my sister after my release.
So this was art. The image here is something of a study of one of the religious images I obtained a copy of. The copy was actually for someone who didn't want to go to class and wanted a copy. I'd get a ramen soup, I think for the exchange. Wait, no, it was a guy who wanted more than the two limit of images. His schtick was making and selling panos, the handkerchiefs that are decorated for mailing as gifts.
In any case, so Ms. B wouldn't complain: