Mango-Passion

I’m currently worried about this boy that I went to high school with. I work for the University Police in Bloomsbrug and I see a lot of people come through here everyday on their way to hearings and prison and the scariest times of their lives and today they walked in this boy who I knew in high school. He was the sweetest kid. He always made everyone laugh and he always had a smile on his face. I looked up from my desk and he looked terrified and I couldn’t do anything or say anything or even acknowledge that I knew him. I had to sit there in silence and wait for the paperwork. I felt miserable and helpless and I wanted to quit. What good is a job if you can’t help people. I sometimes don’t think that we do as much good here as everyone thinks. That scares me. I don’t want to believe that all these officers do is hunt down stoners and give parking tickets. I want to believe that it’s for the best and that it’s better for the campus community but that’s hard when you’re staring into the tear stained face of a helpless kid who got caught in a no win situation. No one wants to call home to mom and dad to say “hey, I need help. I just got arrested for something dumb that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life.”