Author Topic: blownawaytheidahoway (Read 31526 times)

stina · « **Reply #60 on:** November 04, 2007, 07:50:57 PM »

Yeah, my mom's pretty mouthy. Probably where I get it. Remember how Steve Rookie and his dog looked exactly alike? That always creeped me out.

Cromartie did have a kickass run, but wtf is up with Minnesota's running back? Good god that guy's a freaking beast!

dishdutyfugitive · « **Reply #61 on:** November 04, 2007, 07:56:55 PM »

Katka didn't have a wicked coke habit nor did she yell at people

dishdutyfugitive · « **Reply #62 on:** November 04, 2007, 08:09:18 PM »

Stina Was that you at hodads the other day ?

stina · « **Reply #63 on:** November 04, 2007, 08:24:03 PM »

Quote from: ""try another castle""

I think one of the worst side effects of that school is hyper-vigilance. Always second guessing, obsessing about how stupid you are when you make a mistake, profusely apologizing (or at least, I do, but I'm getting better at it.). I've learned to just kind of let go. okay I fucked up. so what. it's over. When I have thoughts that disturb me, I float above my head and say "okay, there's a thought... and there it goes." As my yoga teacher once said... "sometimes you just kind of have to sit back and watch things appear and disappear."

I think this is absolutely true. Hyper-vigilance. Every little thing turns into a big production in ones head, because for 2 and 1/2 years (or however long you spent there) every little thing WAS a big fat production. That place was one weird bubble.

On another note...Paul Bunyan Day! I completely forgot about that until I read a post about it somewhere in here. That was absolutely ridiculous. Can you imagine if the rest of the world had some way of watching all the crazy day to day goings on there? Like that Jim Carrey (?) movie where he's on an island but doesn't know it and to everyone else watched his life on TV? What an absolute freak show that would be.

Does anyone remember the kitchen lady who looked exactly like the evil sea witch in the Little Mermaid?

Or how about going swimming in the pond but having to make sure you never put your feet down because of the leeches?

And does anyone else have the experience of never being able to get out of a supermarket without hearing a song from RMA? It's always either that or some horrible muzak version of Sunshine on my Shoulders in an elevator.

stina · « **Reply #64 on:** November 04, 2007, 08:28:14 PM »

I have absolutely no idea what a hodads is. So probably not.

dishdutyfugitive · « **Reply #65 on:** November 04, 2007, 08:33:16 PM »

Its 10 minutes from qualcomm

stina · « **Reply #66 on:** November 04, 2007, 08:46:09 PM »

It wasn't me, although I do live in San Diego. I'm North County coastal though, and I try to avoid going south at all costs. I have severe road rage issues, and the traffic is enough to send me careening over the edge. There'd be some news story about how a north county woman went completely insane and did something illegal on the 805. That would be me.

try another castle · « **Reply #67 on:** November 04, 2007, 09:27:31 PM »

First of all, re: hard-ons for john aaron: oops, cause I meant have a hard-on for figuratively. Basically really really like.

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And they told her that if she wanted to come see me she'd have to do the work assignment with me.

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?

??

That is the most fucked up thing I have ever heard, and fortunately, the stupidest policy RMA could ever have, because it totally demystifies their coercive tactics. As you saw, when your mom called bullshit and said that you could stay home. Good for her, by the way.

My Dad and stepmom were total program parents. They loved the fucking parent workshops and thought they were amazing, whereas my mom thought that they were weird and stupid. She later apparently confided in my aunt that RMA didn't do a damn thing for me. Why she didn't tell me this is anyone's guess, since I heard it from my aunt, and not her.

It was really hard for parents to get a clue about what was going on once we broke. We all smiled and seemed so bubbly when we hung out with our families. Partially due to the indoctrination, and partially because we were just so fucking relieved to see them and be away from the school. And, in your case, even when you were given the opportunity to stay home, you decided to go back to school and finish. Finish what? Most kids didn't even get a high school diploma. The rationale to "finish" a school like that defies logic outside of that context, but within it, we say to ourselves "I wan't to finish the program." I want to go through the summit, and I want to stand on stage at graduation. We now sought out what simultaneously terrified us, even though we were conscious of the fear and terror, we wanted to stick it out, because quitting was such a shameful thing at that school. "Go the distance!!"

I'm not, btw, saying that this was your own process regarding your decision to stay on, but rather, mine. I used to be terrified of being pulled from the school. I wanted to stay and finish. Even as early as Quest.

What exactly were we completing? Hell, that's what. We wanted our badge that had shown that we had been through all nine circles of hell. (Interesting coincidence, btw. dante's nine circles of hell... CEDU's 7 propheets + 2 workshops = 9) whoaa... ok, that's fucking weirdly synchronous. *shiver*

Although at the time, we didn't think it was our final descent, we thought it was ascension.

Another weird coincidence... do you know what type of people suffer on the ninth, worst, and deepest level of Dante's inferno?

traitors.

I am SO fucking referring to the old CEDU program as the nine circles of hell from now on. Boss!

dishdutyfugitive · « **Reply #68 on:** November 04, 2007, 10:24:53 PM »

Yeah we wanted to graduate so badly because it was our only insurance policy that we wouldn't be fuck ups after we left.

stina · « **Reply #69 on:** November 05, 2007, 07:13:37 PM »

Quote from: ""try another castle""

First of all, re: hard-ons for john aaron: oops, cause I meant have a hard-on for figuratively. Basically really really like.

I know, I was being a smartass.

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And they told her that if she wanted to come see me she'd have to do the work assignment with me.

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WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK???

That is the most fucked up thing I have ever heard, and fortunately, the stupidest policy RMA could ever have, because it totally demystifies their coercive tactics. As you saw, when your mom called bullshit and said that you could stay home. Good for her, by the way.

That's pretty fucking ridiculous right? My mom was actually pretty great the whole time I was there, really supportive. She never got all crazy pro-program like some of the other parents.

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And, in your case, even when you were given the opportunity to stay home, you decided to go back to school and finish. Finish what? Most kids didn't even get a high school diploma. The rationale to "finish" a school like that defies logic outside of that context, but within it, we say to ourselves "I wan't to finish the program." I want to go through the summit, and I want to stand on stage at graduation. We now sought out what simultaneously terrified us, even though we were conscious of the fear and terror, we wanted to stick it out, because quitting was such a shameful thing at that school. "Go the distance!!"

I actually did get my diploma, fat lot of good that it did. I believe I got science credits for digging out that nasty pond at the farm, and oh my god! Do any of you remember the annual "chicken appreciation day"? Holy shit. That was as bad as any Caroline rap. Disgusting.

I think that, for me at least, finishing the school was as much about trying to make all of it mean something, completion maybe, I don't know. Just so that it wasn't all for nothing, which sounds silly now, but back then, the Summit and the I & me was like the holy grail.

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What exactly were we completing? Hell, that's what. We wanted our badge that had shown that we had been through all nine circles of hell. (Interesting coincidence, btw. dante's nine circles of hell... CEDU's 7 propheets + 2 workshops = 9) whoaa... ok, that's fucking weirdly synchronous. *shiver*

Yeah, the badge that said, "See? I fucking did it, Ok? Can we just move on now and stop talking about my mom giving me oatmeal instead of frosted flakes and the havoc it's wreaked on my life?"

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Another weird coincidence... do you know what type of people suffer on the ninth, worst, and deepest level of Dante's inferno?

traitors.

That's very interesting. I'm going to go do some reading on Dante's 9 circles of hell.

dishdutyfugitive · « **Reply #70 on:** November 05, 2007, 07:32:27 PM »

Stina

Well said.

PS You got oatmeal? I was on a steady diet of pureed banana peels and ice cubes. Damn, I guess I need to call up ESTE and do some adult workshops so I can dig deeper into my Breakfast cereal pain.

try another castle · « **Reply #71 on:** November 05, 2007, 07:33:49 PM »

None of the others really correspond, I found. With the exception of maybe the first circle. But you have to really dig for it.

Seriously, think about it. The summit is the culmination of how extreme we can betray each other. In there, we are asked to do things far worse than any of the previous propheets, even the i want to live and the brothers keeper. We were ready and willing to slap our best friend in the face. We fought like dogs for four stupid plastic chairs, looking like one of those cartoon fight clouds from something like andy capp. We told each other we were takers. We told each other we trust you, we don't trust you or we don't know if we trust you. We looked in each others' eyes and fucking told each other to die! I said that to one of my best friends. I still don't know why I didn't give her a "you live" vote. And the worst of all? We betray ourselves, because nobody gave themselves a "you live" vote. The staff point it out and shame us, despite the fact that the whole thing was set up to make you feel like you don't deserve a live vote.

Telling your best friend to die? I dunno. You can't get more traitorous than that.

stina · « **Reply #72 on:** November 05, 2007, 07:52:22 PM »

Quote from: ""dishdutyfugitive""

You got oatmeal? I was on a steady diet of pureed banana peels and ice cubes. Damn, I guess I need to call up ESTE and do some adult workshops so I can dig deeper into my Breakfast cereal pain.

Sign me up too. I need to talk. I have lasting lamb stew trauma.

I'm only partly kidding, this stuff was nasty. 8 years old and I got in trouble for dumping it in a drawer of my mom's dining room armoire and covering it up with her good lace tablecloth. I was still at the age where if you can't see it it magically ceases to exist. Let me tell you, that stew did not smell any better a week later when it was tragically discovered.

stina · « **Reply #73 on:** November 05, 2007, 07:54:42 PM »

I just got shivers reading castle's last post about the summit. That was BRUTAL.

dishdutyfugitive · « **Reply #74 on:** November 05, 2007, 07:57:15 PM »

Mine was a tuna sandwhich with bizarro black olives that were the size/appearance/taste of large african dung beetles. I was forced to eat the sandwich. It took me a good 10 years to appreciate a good olive.

I guess when I run my anger about that 'beetlejuice' will come out of my nose and I'll need 70 yellow kleenex boxes worth of tissues under my black rap chair.

Thatsssssssssssssssssss righhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhht!

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