I began Friday feeling rushed and stressed, having scheduled multiple meetings for the morning (not the most productive move). During each of my meetings, I was fidgeting in my seat and was thinking only about the afternoon. Finally, we all piled into the van for the journey to the prison. I had a heightening feeling of anxiety when we entered, partly because I had forgotten my paper copy of the lesson plan in the van. It was a tiny thing, and easily solved, but for some reason it almost sent me into a panic, because I wanted to be perfectly prepared for anything. I wasn't nervous about the prisoners; rather, I was terrified of the Correctional Officers, who had the power to treat us however they wanted.