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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => CEDU / Brown Schools and derivatives / clones => Topic started by: Anonymous on January 19, 2006, 10:38:00 AM
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What really gets me years after I left CEDU was the level of, or lack thereof, education of the staff members. While there were a few highly educated people working for CEDU, Shrinks and a few parent liasions, most of the staff had a college degree or less. I remember staff flaunting the fact they had never graduated college. A few of the staff had B.A.'s in psychology, but that's not enough education to be administering psychotherapy. It's just something that my mom and I were talking about yesterday and even she said that was something that always bothered her about CEDU.
Any thoughts on this matter?
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Well I agree with the psychotherapy part, but why would the teachers need more than their bachelor's to teach US History? Or American Lit? Shit, I'm still a junior in college and I'll bet I could teach both those classes.
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On 2006-01-19 08:50:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Well I agree with the psychotherapy part, but why would the teachers need more than their bachelor's to teach US History? Or American Lit? Shit, I'm still a junior in college and I'll bet I could teach both those classes. "
You need a teaching certification to teach high school level classes, I believe. I don't know if any of the teachers had it, but I assume they had some sort of equivalent, otherwise CEDU and RMA never would have gotten their accreditation. I think the big issue is that a lot of these people got their degrees from "diploma mill" institutions.
It might vary from state to state, I dunno.
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English for me at RMA was pretty much just sitting in the "library" and reading a magazine. The only words that ever came out of the teachers mouth were hello, be quiet, and goodbye.
To me...it seemed like they would hire any down on his luck logger type that happened to find their way to the hiring office.
You got a pulse?
Let me hear ya yell?
No...at me...like you are pissed...really
Good Job!...You're Hired!
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While I feel like the teachers had a few redeeming qualities, it was the staff members that really got to me. How could CEDU allow people to be their staff members who didn't have any formal education for things of that nature? I don't remember one staff member having a child psychology Ph.D and anyone who did was a psychologist. I think that CEDU hired people who were "Roughnecks" for a specific reason: To scare the shit out of the kids. I mean what business does a former logger (and I knew of at least 2) have working at a therapuetic boarding school. That's what really makes me sick. To think that my parents entrusted my saftey to a bunch of wood-chopping mother fuckers who probably went to Idaho to get away from the government. Because really, that's about the only logical reason anyone would ever go to Idaho anyway. Everyone who lived in Bonners Ferry and Naples and Sandpoint...lived there for the same reasons we all lived there: to get away from society.
But it must strike everyone else as a little odd (and that's putting it lightly) that the staff were not professionals i.e. they didn't have an education in their field. No wonder people have bad memories.
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That's the problem with CEDU--the unaccredited, bullshit staff members with degrees from Yahoo University practicing off the wall, PSEUDO psychology that is usually sought by fucked up adults joining EST and Lifespring in a pathetic attempt to "find myself." The "therapy" models CEDU practiced were not even sound. They weren't even ethical for impressionable minors in development. Only mature, consenting adults should place themselves in these highly contrived, mind fucking situations, and even then, you'd be a moron, sitting there, letting people fuck with your mind and telling you what you and your experiences are all about.
Staff members at CEDU had NO business practicing "therapy." They had ZERO boundaries--which is just a BASIC tenet of therapy. Many had some really fucked up stories they told us in detail, about violence, drug addiction, rape, bestiality etc.
And we were supposed to look up to them? Girls are supposed to feel safe sitting with someone who traumatized other women? These people were such dipshits that they projected all their own crap on you. So even though I was never a drug addict, not sent to CEDU for drugs and had stopped experimenting way before CEDU, the fact that I had ever touched them made me an addict. Who made that decree? The former cokehead staff leader who lost everything to drugs. He couldn't BEGIN to separate his personal life from ours'. Sadly, this was true amongst most staff.
The other among MANY ways CEDU fucked with us was treating all FEMALE students with a sexual history (and even some with NO sexual history) like sluts. For years after CEDU, I felt guilty over every sexual feeling, and I was never even promiscuous. They didn't even help you heal wounds from old trauma--they exacerbated them by treating you like a whore, and threw it in your face every time they wanted to keep you indoctrinated. Does that sound like emotional growth? This wasn't about making you strong or building your self worth. This was about keeping you compliant and keeping you ashamed.
The sad thing is that most new staff members were treated similarly and made to be ashamed of themselves, made to tell their stories in dramatic detail, and could only advance after being put through emotional hell and turned into a fucking bully. That was strength to CEDU.
Fuck CEDU.
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Once again, couldn't tell you how it was back in the day, but we had some teachers there that were pretty damn good. Ok, fine, we had Kay Short with her fingerpainting english 101, and Crazy Anne with her "voyager classroom" (basically more fingerpainting with a little horticulture thrown in). But Val Davis was a damn good English teacher, Jeff Welp was a damn good Social Sciences teacher, and Jim Hooper was one smart motherfucker and had some pretty cool science classes. And then there was the MAN, John Kastelic, who basically built that little library himself. You think BCA gave him any money for that shit? They hooked him up with a few reference books, but over the years he stocked that entire library, with a little help from the kids of course.
Just think what those teachers had to work with. You think budget constraints are a problem in normal public schools? That place didn't give shit to its teachers. But a lot of them still did the best they could.
Then again, this was [somewhat] recently. Can't say how it was back in the day.
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well...back in the day I would have to say that it was very very different than today.
but budgetary constraints are really no excuse. It is nice to hear that there was a staff member that built up the library himself but really. In the public school system, there are budget constraints because there simply isn't enough money to go around. At RMA...the only reason for a "budget constraint" was because Mel Wasserman felt that his bank account wasn't sufficiently stuffed.
I could go on and on about the economics of it all as I do have a BS in Econ...and using the "tools" that I learned from my econ program...I would have to say that RMA was pure Capitalism.
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Ok fine it's no excuse, but that still doesn't make it the teachers fault. Most of those teachers did the best they could with what they had, and would even dig into their own pockets (which certainly were NOT deep at all) to bring us real textbooks and shit.
What is so different about Mel Wasserman hogging all the cash and the state of our public school systems? Just last month in my home town the music and art programs were COMPLETELY crushed. They are now non existent here. Yet somehow the coach of the high school football team managed to get his salary beefed up to over $100,000 a year, and got it approved to bring in assistant coaches for both his coordinators. Everywhere you look, someone up there in a position of power, whether it be a private company like CEDU/Brown Schools, or your local government, is pocketing the real dough and leaving the people who actually keep the system running to scrounge for the scraps.
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Hey, I have no beef with teachers. Mainly because when I went, there weren't any. They were just staff members/teachers. That's why English for high school students was 5th grade vocab, art was cutting out and gluing magazine scraps, science was chopping wood, and math was just teaching yourself by text book with the help of our Friendly Neighborhood Wilderness Guide (who actually was cool). Probably drama was the most developed program there was. We all had it, three days a week in raps.
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I mentioned this before, but I think really the only teacher we had that knew his stuff when I was there was Will Venard. He taught algebra and trig.
He used to be an engineer on a nuclear sub, so it was kind of a given that he knew was he was talking about. And you had to actually work and study and understand the material to get a good grade in his class.
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Okay back in the days of the late 80's the teachers were also rap facilitators and family heads, that was the case at the running springs campus. So how could they be so trained to do both phsychotherapy and education? Crock of shit they should have never crossed over to do both. I knew more going in there than going out, I didn't learn shit while I was there. Yet I was so far behind educationally speaking, but also so over credited that I could have graduated a semester early.
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I probably knew you... I was the anon who made reference to the highly developed drama dept. (raps)
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Haha ok now that is just fucked. But actually, we had 'team teachers'. Which basically meant that each team (you guys had teams back in the 70s and 80s, right?) had a couple teacher that would sit in on team raps, which were once a week. Some team teachers never said shit, others got all into the program.
But anyways yea, I loved the teachers. They were really all I had besides my friends...I've always been pretty intrigued by all facets of education, probably why I'm submitting myself to the hell of 7 years of college, but those teachers were really cool people. Jim Hooper was a genius...he could teach you about ANYTHING scientific, and had some of the most interesting, innovative views on current events that I've ever heard. When a blizzard closed the Bonners Ferry post office the day before my college recommendation had to be postmarked, Val Davis threw chains on her pickup and drove all the way to Sandpoint just to get that shit off. It was really a good escape from the drama Shanlea mentioned...when the staff hit me with more than I could handle, I'd just go kick it with a teacher and learn about something. Helped the time go by.
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:lol: lol yes it was highly developed drama dept.... most likely I knew you too.... who was in your peer goup (first name last initial) and/or when did you get there? I got there Octoberish 1987.
On 2006-01-20 19:04:00, shanlea wrote:
"I probably knew you... I was the anon who made reference to the highly developed drama dept. (raps)"
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First of all I am completely JEALOUS of the fact that you only had a rap once a week. I wish that were the case we had them 3x a week and they were 4 hours. How long did yours last - an hour? No we didn't have teams but families. But you were in Idaho and I would say most likely within the last 5 years when the Brown Schools headed the whole operation, did you get ski trips and other outings?
Oh glad you had an outlet, that is always a nice escape. Anytime you talked to a family head they would use it against you maybe on monday or wednesday or friday. The only guy that wasn't like the others there was the art teacher he didn't go to many raps I guess it was optional. He was cool but I don't remember his name. Jon something. Painting was my outlet.
Oh by the way we had school 3 days for like 4 hrs a day - so 8 whole hours a week we "learned" education. 3 days/week for 4 hours we went to raps = 12 hours and 3 days/week for 4 hours we go to do manual labor = 12 hours. So 24 hours a week doing that instead of learning is truly attrocious. Oh and after our educational minute we got 8 hours of sports play a week aka physical education - exactly equal time as educational mind development. Just discusting.
You had it good even thought it was bad. It could have been worst.
On 2006-01-20 20:10:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Haha ok now that is just fucked. But actually, we had 'team teachers'. Which basically meant that each team (you guys had teams back in the 70s and 80s, right?) had a couple teacher that would sit in on team raps, which were once a week. Some team teachers never said shit, others got all into the program.
But anyways yea, I loved the teachers. They were really all I had besides my friends...I've always been pretty intrigued by all facets of education, probably why I'm submitting myself to the hell of 7 years of college, but those teachers were really cool people. Jim Hooper was a genius...he could teach you about ANYTHING scientific, and had some of the most interesting, innovative views on current events that I've ever heard. When a blizzard closed the Bonners Ferry post office the day before my college recommendation had to be postmarked, Val Davis threw chains on her pickup and drove all the way to Sandpoint just to get that shit off. It was really a good escape from the drama Shanlea mentioned...when the staff hit me with more than I could handle, I'd just go kick it with a teacher and learn about something. Helped the time go by. "
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Haha, no no no, we had raps 3 times a week. Let me think, they started at about 1 pm and ended at around 4 pm. So 3 hours...a little less than you guys, but still quite painful. Only once a week did we have team raps...generally on wednesdays. But we had classes 5 days a week, unless of course you got on a bad full time and they would pull you from classes to shovel shit out of the horse pen. Normally you'd take 2 classes a day for 90 minutes each, but a lot of students took a "zero period" class, which was just a 3rd class that took place while everyone else was doing morning chores. Early voyagers would take 1 class and either work on the farm or take "voyager classroom"...that shit where they'd fingerpaint and do horticulture and shit like that. My parents almost pulled me when they found out I was doing that bullshit.
After tooling around these boards for a year, I have come to the conclusion that I had it VERY good. Compared to you guys that is. Compared to my friends back in beantown? Fuck my high school years sucked.
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Oh and after our educational minute we got 8 hours of sports play a week aka physical education - exactly equal time as educational mind development. Just discusting.
Oh my god, I was so sick of blob tag it wasn't even funny. That's ALL we played in voyageurs. And then maybe if the staff felt like mixing it up, it was freeze tag. But most of the time it was blob tag.
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We used to play handball in the lower aud, but with a twist that made it sort of like that game you always played in elementary school called suicide. It was pretty cool, considering most of the time they would "close" the outside and confine us to the house. But then this kid took a dive right into the wall and dislocated 2 fingers at once. So basically we were never allowed to get shit for exercise after dinner between the months of october and march.
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Anon said:
lol yes it was highly developed drama dept.... most likely I knew you too.... who was in your peer goup (first name last initial) and/or when did you get there? I got there Octoberish 1987.
I just missed you then. I split in September. My peer group was Shannon, Gabrielle, Monique, Ali, Pablo, Alana, Chris, Jay, etc.... I was cut off from all after I split, so I have no idea what became of everyone. My family heads were Jim Johnson and Laurie Saunders and I can't say I remember them fondly.
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Anon said:
I just missed you then. I split in September. My peer group was Shannon, Gabrielle, Monique, Ali, Pablo, Alana, Chris, Jay, etc.... I was cut off from all after I split, so I have no idea what became of everyone. My family heads were Jim Johnson and Laurie Saunders and I can't say I remember them fondly.
I remember those names! I was in the peer group below you. I think at one point down the road the two merged. What happened after you split? Provo? 21 day? RMA? Why were you cut off?
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I meant I was cut off because when you leave CEDU, you cannot talk to your peers inside... persona non grata.
I talked about splitting on another thread, but the gist of it was a single mother picked me up and I stayed with her for a week and took care of her kids (I am forever in her debt) until she went down the mountain to San Diego for a family reunion, and dropped me off with friends. My folks said you can't come back, and I said Alrightee, that's fine. I'll just go to live with my friend in Haight Ashbury, SF. My Mom drank the Kool Aid and was all set to send me back or do whatever CEDU told her (threaten me with lock up etc.) My Dad was having serious second thoughts about the place and just said come home. So I did. And I was the model student-volunteer-healthy/happy camper. I had no home supervision, I just did well because I wanted to... but CEDU did not solve the reasons that got me there anyway, and those things I still grappled with. It wasn't drugs, violence, petty crime,or promiscuity. There was no reason to send me to a lock up, though many parents did just that for petty reasons. Mine didn't.
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I read that post a while back, you were lucky! Yeah my mom bought into the whole program too and still preaches that tough love crap. It would be nice to have loving caring parents that were normal but thanks to the school that will never happen. I did the best I could when I got back too mostly becuase subconciously I didn't want to go back and had some fear that I might. No Cedu didn't solve anything just complicated problems in a rather sever way. I wasn't into any of that either and I had no reason to go there other than my mom was a full time single woman who couldn't handle getting older and handling a teenager aka petty reason.
I have an odd feeling that I know who you are. This is my guess you are female. Your first initial is M and does DM in SD sound familiar? If not oh well I don't know you but it sure is good to know that someone else went through the same thing I did.
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On 2006-01-20 21:26:00, Anonymous wrote:
"Haha, no no no, we had raps 3 times a week. Let me think, they started at about 1 pm and ended at around 4 pm. So 3 hours...a little less than you guys, but still quite painful. Only once a week did we have team raps...generally on wednesdays. But we had classes 5 days a week, unless of course you got on a bad full time and they would pull you from classes to shovel shit out of the horse pen. Normally you'd take 2 classes a day for 90 minutes each, but a lot of students took a "zero period" class, which was just a 3rd class that took place while everyone else was doing morning chores. Early voyagers would take 1 class and either work on the farm or take "voyager classroom"...that shit where they'd fingerpaint and do horticulture and shit like that. My parents almost pulled me when they found out I was doing that bullshit.
After tooling around these boards for a year, I have come to the conclusion that I had it VERY good. Compared to you guys that is. Compared to my friends back in beantown? Fuck my high school years sucked. "
Yeah...it does sound like it became a little better. in '85 the Schedule was
Mon-Friday
6:30 rise...then a 1/2 mile walk to "first light" at 7:00 and then breakfast at 7:30, work from 8-11:45 (11:30 if you worked on the farm) and work was work...cutting splitting & hauling wood in voyagers, felling trees & peeling the rails (in Quest...didn't have Discovery Yet as a Family) for the horse corral that we subsequently built (challenge)as older students we were the construction slaves and cooks for the most part with a few staff overseers.
so...roughly 18-19 hours of work (not including Saturday morning chores which would bring the total up to)
12:00 "HOUSE AROUND THE PIT"...jeeze...I can hear them yelling it now.
12:00-12:50 lunch. You hoped that you were one of the first groups called up for lunch because some days they would actually run out and you would be left with whatever bread they had left and some peanut butter. Truly...sunday brunch was the only decent meal.
MWF 12:50 "House Around the Pit" time to call out the rap lists while "throwing barbs" at the students infront of the whole house. Then Raps from 1-5...sometimes shorter...sometimes longer...many went all the way through "dormtime" and were let out as dinner started. Missing "dormtime"...especially if you lived at the Duplex sucked as that was the only time you got to wash the work-mornings dirt off so if you missed it...and worked on the farm...you got to smell like wherever you happened to work.
T/Th 1:00-5:00 2 90 minute classes and "experientials" which were just a random assortment of outdoor things from picking berries to a small hike to having Joe Sweeney teach you something as crazy as "skreeing"
so...looks like we have
20 hours of work
12 hours of raps
6 hours of classes
3 hours of BS "experientials"
my classes were basically cutting and pasting of collages, reading magazine articles...well...part of them...because they had sometimes lost part of the article due to the cutting and pasting. Math...don't make me laugh...I wasn't lucky enough to have Will Vernard.
T/Th evenings there were classes also. not everybody had them for some reason. I was assigned to Aerobics...go figure...I didn't need to lose weight and was already in good shape as I had always played sports.
Speaking of sports...they finally started a soccer team...I had played all my life...yet wasn't allowed to try out. A basketball hoop and a volleyball net were put on dirt courts. I enjoyed playing Volleyball sometimes in the summer evenings...maybe a little too much I guess as they put me on bans for it for no reason.
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That's pretty much the same schedule as when I was there.
They always put you on bans from things you enjoyed.
1/2 mile walk.. did you live in the swamp? I dont know if it was called the swamp then.
Which one was the duplex? I remember there being murkwood, swamp, hobbit, crystal cave, and the girls dorms under the house (previously the bingo parlor) and the garden house.
I remember having to cut up articles. We still had that bullshit even when the academic building emerson was built and were supposedly having better classes. We had to focus on one type of issue, like education or the environment or some such thing, and cut out relevant articles to paste in our notebooks. Granted, the academics did improve once the building was there, and upper school students finally had classes all day, except for when they had to be in raps. I remember when we finally got computers: DOS with word perfect and a typing tutor program. (am I showing my age?)
Experientials, what a bunch of shit that was.
I remember them running out of food, too. Or at least, the good food. We would rush to the line and everyone would joke and make cow sounds because it was such a stampede to get to the food. Then the staff started this whole thing to criticise that situation, by stating that the kids were "coming from a place of (false) scarcity", and then that developed this whole "fear of scarcity" line. So when kids would grab for food other students would be joking and saying "scarcity! scarcity!"
I actually had a dream a few weeks ago where I was there and they were having pb&j day, with those huge bowls of peanut butter and jelly, and it was always the most god awful peanut butter. And we never had white bread, either. I remember I always skipped lunch when they had pb&js.
I think probably my favorite meal there was when they had chicken curry. Granted, it was not exactly fine cuisine, but I'm a curry whore, so whenever I can get it, I'm happy. The fruit compote for saturday pancakes was also good. The food overall seemed to be on the healthy side, and I was satisfied with it, it's just that it made everyone fart a lot. God I hated that. People farted so much during social time in the house. That whole place smelled like ass.
I remember when we were in middle/upper school and we were finally able to go to bonners ferry to the pink lion supermarket to buy real, brand name food, and I was so happy to be able to get chocolate milk mix and instant coffee.
A lot of the evening classes you are referring to were optional ones you could sign up for if you wanted to. I remember I would always take Kristen's drawing or watercolor classes, and Chuck Selent's stop motion animation classes. (Except we didn't have a stop motion film camera, so we had to use a video camera, and everything was in sucky slow motion.)
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To the OP -- I started teaching at CEDU within weeks of graduating college. I did want to be a teacher, and did go on to get my teaching credential. I wasn't qualified to teach when I got there, and I realized pretty quickly that no one really cared about that. It's part of the reason why I left. Real teaching wasn't really being done.
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what's your name?????
i graduated in 90.
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On 2006-01-28 05:14:00, sorry... try another castle wrote:
A lot of the evening classes you are referring to were optional ones you could sign up for if you wanted to. I remember I would always take Kristen's drawing or watercolor classes, and Chuck Selent's stop motion animation classes. (Except we didn't have a stop motion film camera, so we had to use a video camera, and everything was in sucky slow motion.)
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Haha, I loved those classes they would try to offer without any of the necessary equipment. They started this film production class and there were 6 of us in it, but then they got all gay and took our 2 cameras away but made us finish the last 7 weeks of the class anyways. They were like "well, put on a play or something and pretend there's a camera".
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I'm really glad someone started this thread.
I can totally relate to everything that's been said regarding what a total joke that
Cedu Academics were.
I attended Running Springs in the early 90's, and back then we had formal schooling (english, math, history)only (2) morning per week. We didn't even have science classes, Cedu gave science credits for chopping wood ("earth science") and shoveling shit on the farm ("farm science").
I was always in trouble at Cedu, and back then they would pull you out of classes to do work assignments. Was it still that way later on? I probably spent 2/3 of my time at Cedu (1yr. & 7mo.) on work assignments, which means that I got virtually no education from cedu at all.
I took advantage of Cedu's library and I read as much as possible. I guess subconsiously, I was educatating myself, since Cedu did such a piss poor job of it. Evidently Cedu staff thought that I was too smart for my own good
(meaning that I was smarter than they were)and they put me on bans from reading! Seriously, how could any place calling itself a "school", forbid students from reading? I mean how stupid is that?
I think it's safe to say that Cedu cornered the market on ridiculous a long time ago!
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I was pulled from class a number of times, sometimes for up to 2 1/2 weeks, to shovel shit out of the horse pen, or pick all the gravel out of the grass along every path on campus, or something like that. 2 1/2 weeks out of a 10 week class is a pretty long time to miss.
I also remember a bunch of kids being placed on reading bans at one time or another. On one of my full times they put me on reading bans...I was on bans from all but 2 students, neither of which I liked. They wanted me to focus on getting back in agreement while I was sitting at my table, so I was limited to an hour of time to work on homework a night, and I was never allowed to just sit and read a book.
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In 1991, I worked with Ron Davis to develop the curriculum and to get WASC accreditation. We were able to actually put something together that WASC accepted and got a full six year okay. It was quality stuff and I wonder what happened to it.
At that time there were a number of people with degrees, but very few with teaching credentials. I had three at the time, Ron had a lifetime, Martin Wiens had a social studies credential, and Carl Kent had a math credential. Chuck Geiger had a math credential from Texas. I think we had about seven masters degrees and one PhD. After that they began to take the teachers out of raps, pay them differently and hire people with degrees to teach.
I didn't last long after we finished the accreditation. I couldn't afford the cut in pay, and went back to teach public school again.
But education always came in a distant second (or even third) to the emotional growth program.
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"But education always came in a distant second (or even third) to the emotional growth program."
What emotional growth program?
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what emotional growth program? how about, the entire basis of the school? the propheets (or workshops if you please), the raps, the restrictions, the work assignments, the bans...jeez, I could go on all day. Did you even go to CEDU?
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ya' know upon reflection. the STAFF needed to grow emotionally and maybe that's why they called it "emotional growth"
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I remember seeing my so called transcripts years after graduating. I cant remember what my grades were although I think that they just threw darts at a bunch of A's and B's on a wall and that is what they would give you. I never heard of a student failing a class but I have to say...some of the classes listed on my transcript made me scratch my head and wonder..."when on earth did I take that class?"
I guess when we were shoveling "manure" as Lou Mehring called it...we were getting science credits as the above poster stated. I must have graduated with a TON of science credits...not to mention I probably dug enough post holes for the horse corral, blazed the "quest trail", peeled enough logs under Joe Sweeney's supervision (calling us pussies and wimps all the time) that I'm surprised that I ended up going on to get a degree rather than just becoming a manual laborer.
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Well you're joining a pretty small crowd in getting a degree. About 5% of the kids I knew at BCA ended up going to (and sticking out) college.
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Well...I actually got a B.S. in Economics with a minor in Business with plenty of additional credits to boot (enough for a double major)...I'm thankful I guess that RMA gave me a high school diploma...because it allowed me to learn at college what a cost cutting, money making scam the whole program was. They fed us the lowest $ garbage they could find, used us as free labor to build Mel Wassermans empire, housed us like migrant workers...the list could go on and on. I sure would love to see the balance sheets.
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I'm almost finished with a finance degree and an accounting minor, but I stand by the fact that just about every friend I had at CEDU didn't bother with the extra four years of school. That place didn't even have kids THINKING about college. They could've given a fuck less if you went to college!
In fact, they crippled my chances of getting into a top-tier college with their disregard...CEDU's diploma was a fucking pathetic joke, so I planned on going to a very prestigious post graduate school in Northfield, MA, but CEDU dropped me a peer group for getting a blowjob and took me out of an entire block of classes to work on the farm. That set me back from an August graduation to a November graduation (EG program AND diploma), thereby disqualifying me from entry to the postgrad school.
I don't remember once being advised on college admissions. SAT prep was nonexistent, and you basically had to completely understand the application process and go out of your way to do it if you wanted to go straight from CEDU to college. Those pieces of shit completely failed to inform us of the importance of a higher education. Wow, when I started this post a minute ago I just felt like speaking my mind...now my blood is just about boiling.
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I wouldn't have gone on to college myself if RMA was the only help...they didn't really encourage it there either. There was a little SAT prep for me, but I'm pretty sure that it was because my mom was an Ivy League (UofP) grad so she was quite the education nazi.
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Anon said:
"what emotional growth program? how about, the entire basis of the school? the propheets (or workshops if you please), the raps, the restrictions, the work assignments, the bans...jeez, I could go on all day. Did you even go to CEDU?"
None of that crap amounted to emotional growth.
But we all graduated with a degree in B.S. (Bullshit)
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Of course it didn't amount to emotional growth. But it was still the "emotional growth program", just like I said.
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i remember reading an article after chase moody died at on track. it said some of the staff did not even finish high school doing the night shift. they were just trying to save money. we payed so much for these torture camps and programs. while we were being emotionely abused sexiualy abused and phisycaly abused. they were enjoying there BIG APARTMENTS, LUXURY CARS, and THERE COUNTRY CLUBS.