The conversation quickly turned to what you're allowed do to on probation. You can go to school and do your basics. You cannot join the National Guard. Huh. Not information I was equipped with. And then I learned more.
At the mention of probation another student joined the conversation. He brought news of a classmate who's been out dealing with legal troubles.
I knew there had been a hearing, but I didn't know about the house arrest. Nor did I know about taking off the ankle bracelet. Disappearing. Running away. Becoming a fugitive. He doesn't want to make it easy for them, but I worry about making it harder on himself.
I watch the growing hopelessness, his poetry pleading with Creator. I imagine him hiding from the feds, and shake my head. Smart kid, dumb decisions.
"He had everything going for him," they say. But everything here isn't always enough.