The Staff Training Academy

The day after Memorial Day, Tuesday, May 27, 2003, I began my career in corrections. I walked into a room of over 40 people that I had never met before. Lincoln is not that large of a city, at almost a quarter-million. The chances of not knowing a single individual out of 40 is something I can not figure out by performing basic math. I took the first empty seat I could find about half-way back into the classroom. Glancing around the room made me think about what I was getting myself into. About half a dozen gals, clearly nurses and secretaries, were part of the group. Office staff, mental health professionals, and caseworkers would make up another small group. A large majority of the remaining people, including me, would be correctional officers.

Christian Leuenberger occupied the seat next to me on my left. Barely 19 years of age, Leu (Lou) measured about 6’4” and all of 300 lbs. He was right out of high school, with all the weight-lifting records intact. His smile was the only part of him that did not move fast. I naturally started talking to him, and discovered that we were natives of the same home town. Leu wound up being my partner for a class called Pressure Point Control Tactics (PPCT). Age forty-nine was just six weeks behind me, and I was learning tactics to control inmates. The young Grizzly Adams replica basically kicked the shit out of me for a week. Imagine a combination of Tigger grabbing his toes and bouncin’ on his ass and Clifford (The Big Red Dog) rolling in the grass. That was Leu. My career was just beginning. If we had done PPCT for another week, it would have just ended.

Every person hired by the state that will have contact with inmates must attend training at the Staff Training Academy. The state of Nebraska purchased and renovated Whitehall Elementary School at 56th and Walker for that purpose. What do all Nebraska Correctional Employees have in common? Well, we all went to the same Elementary School…

The Department of Correctional Services Staff Training Academy, located at Whitehall School at the corner of 56th and Walker Street.

Dream Journal

While I had no intention of ever working this career fi eld, the thought of being a correctional employee is not entirely foreign to me. I have had dreams in the past about working in corrections.
Realistically, binding female prisoners is not something I could really do, but the concept was fun to fantasize about in my youth. Those fantasies resulted in a great many nocturnal emissions. I would not be the ideal warden at the Penitentiary for Women, unless it became legal to have sex with an incarcerated person. Perhaps it is a good thing I do not work in a female prison. I might get a ton of pussy up until the point one of them wanted me in jail for something else I would not give them. It is currently a felony to have sex with an inmate in the state of Nebraska, even if they consent. I fi gure I would last about two days, maybe a week tops. That time frame is my prediction regarding when I would get caught, not when I would get started after the box.

An aerial view of the Diagnostic and Evaluation Center,

and the Lincoln Correctional Center.

“You can tell he’s new, because he swears up and down that he doesn’t masturbate, and will never go down on a woman.”