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Treatment Abuse, Behavior Modification, Thought Reform => CEDU / Brown Schools and derivatives / clones => Topic started by: try another castle on November 16, 2007, 08:25:26 AM
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My dorm head and I laughed one time about how sometimes the only thing you had to look forward to at this god-forsaken place was dinner.
For the record, I personally recall that most of RMA's food was pretty decent. (It made you fart a lot, though.) I know that the running springs survivors complained a lot about the grease content in the food down there. As for the RMA kitchen.. for a crew of staff who were forbidden to use things like white flour and sugar, and were relegated to cooking a meal for 150-200 students every day, 3 times a day, on a wood-burning stove, they did a pretty good job. However, you can only cook so much food with those kinds of restrictions.
Anyway, I totally forgot that we used to run out of food at RMA. I still don't remember it. I'm just going off of friend testimony.
I remember hearing people from running springs talk about it in these forums, and I would say to myself "Oh, how strange. I don't think that ever happened at RMA." Then I would think about us rushing the line, and I couldn't remember why we did that. To get the best piece of food? To eat your firsts fast so you could get seconds?
Then I was reminded a few days ago that we ran out all the time, and that the kids who didn't get any food got rolls and butter, which is why people rushed the line and hoped they got called up first. And why the staff dropped that "scarcity" joke on us and allowed it to circulate among all of the students. And why people mooed like cows when another group went up to get their food.
This probably explains why one of my most common recurring RMA dreams are dreams of running out of food. Normally I am late up to the meal, and all of the food is gone and the kitchen staff are clearing off the buffet table.
I honestly don't remember if I ever ended up going without a meal and getting stuck with rolls. I know that I skipped some meals, though, if I didn't like what they were serving.
So, anyway, I was thinking about some of my favorite and least favorite things I ate there:
Any saturday they had pancakes with the fruit topping was a good saturday, IMO. Just as long as there was no rhubarb, cause I hate that shit. Fucking mutant celery.
The bacon that was made from the slaughtered pigs at the farm was the best bacon I ever had. Most people couldn't bring themselves to eat it, and I was like "Good. More for me."
I also liked the rather average BLTs. For some reason, a BLT for dinner after a really lousy rap helped out a lot.
And I was huge fan of the curry chicken. I don't know why. The curry wasn't very hot or spicy, but I just loved it.
Those weird fucking egg things... they were like, in some sort of muffin cup type foodstuff, like, I think made out of cornmeal, and there was an egg in it. I can't remember in what state, i.e. softboiled or whatever. But anyway, they were totally vile. yech.
One of my least favorite things to eat there was when peanut butter and jelly bagels were put out as a meal. Does anyone else remember this? For a snack, I can understand, but for lunch? The only thing that was less palatable than those bagels was the peanut butter. I totally forgot about this arrangement until one of my run-out-of-food dreams reminded me of it. Especially the enormous bowls filled with peanut butter and jelly. I'm sorry, but PBJ doesn't belong on a bagel. Trust me, I used to live in New York. I know these things.
If someone fucked a patch of dirt hot and heavy for about a day, then mixed it with water, and held it over a slow burning fire for a decade, it would probably taste pretty close to what eventually became known as "cowboy coffee". fuck that stuff was awful. And no sugar to sweeten it, either. Only honey. Is it just me, or were we not allowed to put milk in our coffee, either? I don't remember ever using any, and I like my coffee really blonde, so that doesn't make any sense at all.
Also, I still to this day refuse to eat honey nut cheerios. I just can NOT stand the way those things taste.
Not a big fan of screaming yellow zonkers, either. (oh, yes, the sunday commissary. Didn't you just love that arrangement? School gives you a dollar. You give it back to the school in exchange for candy.)
My friend and I were laughing about those iced animal cookies that they sold at the pink lion that everyone was so crazy about. I had a big assed bag in my footlocker as well. God, one of the best privileges about being in upper school was going out and buying real food, like instant coffee, ramen, animal cookies, and my absolute favorite, nestle quick chocolate milk mix.
Anyway, share your food stories. Especially if they have to do with running out, because I want to hear more about this, since I don't remember it.
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Yes we ran out. For example, if the student population on a given day was 175 and we were having hamburgers they only made about 200 hamburgers.
Kids would take 2 at a time (get out your dirt lists) or eat their 1st by the time they sat down and went back for 2nds or 3rds. This means if you got called up last they were already out of burgers.
It was common for the 'good' meals. But never a problem for the bad meals.
Why no white flour/sugar?
Pass me some more 'Pigs in a blanket' you scarcity driven hording fellow alums.
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I loved the CEDU food. Comfort food. Which I went from skinny to shapely within weeks.
I loved the taco bars. The roastbeef and mashed potatoes; the granola, pancakes, french toast....mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!
I stuffed myself silly.... it was my vice, my comfort.
And then I couldn't fit into anything, and a staff member told me that I had to make an announcement in front of the house asking my peers to help keep me from"eating my feelings." Mind you, I was fat at all, still in single digits, but I had a little cheek to pinch!
So, an upper class student came up to me and told me, "Hey, I support you" and gave me this whole song and dance about "understanding..." This whole fucking thing was ridiculous already and that announcement humiliated me, but when a staff tells you to do it...
So, shortly thereafter I went to my truth Profeet, and Laurie Saunders gave me shit for that announcement (I was Olive Oil next to her) and started reaming me. Guess who immediately follows suit, piling it on after her? My "understanding"older student who made a Bee Line to offer me his Jenny Craig pledge of support earlier!!! I was incredulous.
And I just can't stop thinking of the buffet without linking food to that whole incident. Damn, I can't even think about meat and potatoes at CEDU without thinking of a damn profeet.
But one thing for sure I can never recall a food shortage at CEDU-RS. Hell no! Gotta weigh us down to keep us from being light on our feet.
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Ahhhh - too funny.
Yes...Cedu RS was usually quite stocked and definitely made better arrangements to make sure everyone got food. There would be "food line monitors" to make sure you only took the amount you were supposed to.
For a while different sections of the cafeteria had to be called for "seconds."
It began to come out in raps as "scarcity." So if you were a 15 year old boy and just wanted to get a good fill of comfort food, now you could be subjected to indictments at raps.
For the first year I was at Cedu - they only had healthy cereal i.e. total, special K etc. (circa 89) Then some how we got Nut N Honey. It was freakin delicious. I remember waking up early just so I could get my hands on some Nut N Honey. All of a sudden the person who would dismiss you from the lodge into the cafeteria was your best friend. People would go nuts over that stuff.
After too many close calls with trying to get my hands on some decent cereal, I was put on bans from "Sugar cereals." It was a total bummer.
I was also put on bans from granola which was pretty good as well. You were only allowed 2 scoops and the older student kitchen manager was there to make sure you were keeping in agreement.
I eventually got my "granola priveledges" reinstated.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? What a joke...I was on bans from cereal.
Other meals that went really quick were:
Chicken McNugget night
Taquito night
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Banned from cereal. You rebel, you.
So far, the ridiculous bans I've heard are:
1. from reading.
2. from the sun.
3. from cereal.
Cedu did some important work, no?
"We will help your child turn away from the nefarious influences of reading, cereal, and solar energy."
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My friend was put on bans from the kitchen and the kitchen lady for trying to get his meal on.
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My dormmate was put on bans from the faculty (except two). She said it was the best restriction she'd ever been put on.
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The kitchen ladies at RMA in the early to mid eighties rocked. I had completely forgotten about running out of food. Oddly, I have no memories of going hungry. The home made rolls, coupled with butter certainly kept me fat. The camp coffee paired with whole milk that still had the cream at the top -- oh baby. I was chunky. I remember trying to lose weight before graduation. I went on a diet coke, grapes, and cigarette diet. I think I lost 10 pounds, but I still thought I was fat. Gosh, it was great to graduate.
I have a distinct memory of sitting in a car, moving down the dirt road. I remember approaching end of the road, and seeing the mail box and the back of the sign. I was so fucking happy! The next chapter of my life was beginning. I had grand plans. What a great day. I was out.
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Well, sure, someone can skip a meal and go on rolls and butter. In fact, the carbs with dairy/protein are good for you.
I was thinking more along the lines of the psychological impact. Like I said, sometimes the meals were all you had to look forward to. You come out of a particularly bad rap, and all you can think about are the burgers they are making for dinner. Then, bam, you get called up last and are stuck with rolls. That SUCKS!!!
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i remember scarcity and being called for seconds.
i read in my journals that used to starve myself so i would get sick so i could get out of raps.
it was so obvious that they just didnt want you to be happy at all ever, except when you jumped through one of their hoops. they wanted to be god. but god is not as stupid as they are.
fuckers. i am feeling very angry today. i talked to my therapist about how i much better off i was when i was 14 than at 16 when i got out of there. how much more i had already learned about myself, knowledge they distorted and tore out of my hands.
fucking life breaking ass holes. demons. motherfucking demons. i spent 6 years in the church learning about having demons cast out of me, the science of faith. if there is any such thing as demon possessed it is those fuckers like rudy bentz.
i read in my journal that i was glad i was working with jill. i did really respect her. i did drink that fucking kool aid. but i was a kid. thats why there is a passage in the bible about having faith like a child, children beleive what you tell them.
i hate that my parents allowed these fucking ass holes have total control over me rather than just letting myself have total control over me. why did they trust some stranger over me? because i was 14? so therefor i was less trustworthy than these strangers?
i am so angry at the lack of trust that my parents displayed towards me because it ended up costing me 15 years of my life, that they chose to trust someone else rather than me. of all the risks, it would seem that the best risk to take is the one that has the potential of teaching the individual something, and that can never be something that that individual has no say in. it is just insane. so stupid. and i love my parents and dont want to hurt them but it makes me so angry that they did not see this!!!!!
even my therapist said today, its interesting that your brother could see that they were brainwashing you, but they couldnt!
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We had to be in challenge to drink coffee at NWA. I remember this pissing me off a lot and my always being out of agreement because I was getting coffee from upperschool friends and on visits. Tea was allowed to lower schoolers though.
Food worsts: smorg (leftover buffet), anything with the synthetic cheese substitute they used that browned but didn't melt (pizza was the worst offender). Blackened grilled cheese.
Food bests: ramen, taco bar, most sunday brunches they served (although the eggs always came as a solid block, and sometimes turned green).
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Does anyone else remember the Friday potatoe bar? That was my favorite!!
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After eating the potato bar almost every friday for 2 years - it's still hard for me to eat potatoes.
I won't even touch Shepards Pie on principle.
basic spaghetti is hard too. (Just like ragu and noodles)
I remember the green eggs on sunday as well.
Saturday night dinners I remember being pretty good. We would have to dress up and there were candles on the tables and table cloths. Was also a bitch to clean if you were on dish duty...which of course i always was.
I remember you used to have to bring a change of clothes with you down to the house. Then change back into your nice clothes after you REEKED of dishes and scrubbing pots and pans and sweat from how hot it was by the sanitizer....
wow - great memories.
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i remember someone perky and gung ho doing a passover thing with latkes, and thinking how much they sucked, and how much better my mom's were, and hating that i was there.
there was a girl who sang a song that i learned there that was about the holocost called dona dona, it was too perfect.
i was kitchen manager for a long time. i liked working in the kitchen. i still love to cook. sorry if the eggs sucked :) i used to like to do sunday brunch, everyone liked it so much, so it was fun to help make it.
i still have a scar on my finger form when i cut lettuce wrong one day! being kitchen manager was fun.
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The latkas were the one year we decided we were going to do something for Hanukkah. I remember that too.
I don't remember the flavor of any of the food, but did gain 60 pounds there. My metabolism was ALL out of whack because I was anorexic so when I started eating normally, and all that was available to me was highly fattening food, OF COURSE I gained weight. I remember during the whole ordeal getting accused of purging (constantly being accused of it, nearly every rap.....what a pleasure). Um, excuse me, but if I was purging, woud I have gained 60 pounds??
At one point I was strongly encouraged to stay away from the kitchen. I wasn't put on bans from it, but I came close. The kitchen ladies I spoke with thought cedu was just weird, but they appreciated the job. Same with the guy who drove us to medical appts (and snuck us to baskin robbins!).
I don't ever remember there being a lack of food, but definitely a lack of healthy food or variety for those of us who chose not to eat particular foods.
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For those who are curious- here are the words to Dana Dana:
Dona Dona
On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night.
Dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona don
Dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona don
"Stop complaining," said the farmer,
"Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly away
Like the swallow so proud and free?"
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
Like the swallow must learn to fly
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Does anyone else remember the Friday potatoe bar? That was my favorite!!
Oh god, potato night was vile. Someone else mentioned taco bar. I don't know what it tasted like in California, but the one in Idaho was terrible. Crappy, cheap, corn tortillas, and that ground beef that tastes like it belonged in a public school cafeteria. But then again, I'm not much of a taco person. I hate corn tortillas. Especially with ground beef. Give me a burrito any day.
I could have also gone without sloppy joes, but that's another personal taste issue. I hate those retarded things.
Oh man, you know what else I loved?? French Dip.
The most brutal of Ironies is that RMA did NOT get their potatoes from Idaho. They got them from Washington. (I'm assuming because it was closer to the panhandle than southern Idaho.)
However, this is no reflection on the kitchen staff, they worked their asses off. It's tough to cook in bulk and still make it taste good. Especially when you are trying to heat it up over a flaming log of ponderosa pine.
i was kitchen manager for a long time. i liked working in the kitchen. i still love to cook. sorry if the eggs sucked i used to like to do sunday brunch, everyone liked it so much, so it was fun to help make it.
Oh god, I HATED working in the kitchen. When you got to challenge at RMA, you had two choices for work. (holy shit! I finally get a choice??)
The woodshop with Greg Springett, or the kitchen with Patsy and Wendy.
All the girls chose the kitchen, however, I practically ran to the Denali basement so I could do fun fun fun things like build footlockers, install new beds (enrollment went up to 200 around the time I was in challenge.), and burn people's names into a splinter of wood for the new student cubbyholes in the mudroom. Oh yeah, I think we were still working on Greg's handmade canoe, too. You have to admit, that was a kick ass boat.
The job sucked, but not as much as the kitchen. And either way, it's all gravy because you are INSIDE!!! FOR ONCE!
The one week or two I had to work in the kitchen was because Greg was on a Wilderness Challenge, so all woodshop students went to work in the house. I was totally miserable before I even started working. I fucking hate kitchens, cooking, cleaning or anything domestic like that. I burn salad, and I was just SO fucking unhappy for those couple of weeks. That kind of work is just.... oh god, it's awful. I would have happily run down to the wood corral for some sledge n' wedge than make quiche for 200 fuckers. (Oh god, remember the quiche? That stuff was awful.)
However, the one nice thing about the kitchen were the staff.
Regardless, I am glad I had the chance to work there, albeit briefly, because the girls taught me how to crack an egg with one hand, and it is waaay easier than cracking it with two, as far as I'm concerned.
That's probably the most valuable lesson I learned at CEDU.... how to crack an egg one-handed. I don't cook, but I can crack an egg.
Dona Dona
On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky.
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night.
Dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona don
Dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona don
"Stop complaining," said the farmer,
"Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly away
Like the swallow so proud and free?"
Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why.
But whoever treasures freedom,
Like the swallow must learn to fly
Okay, the creepy thing about this is, even though it is about the holocaust, it totally reminded me of when we were either going to the doctor's, or on a ski trip, or something, and we got caught behind the slaughter truck just as it was leaving RMA. So we got to look at all the cows in the back of the truck that we had gotten to know so well while we were in quest... looking all sad, scared and delicious. Most of the people in the van were bummed. I was thinking to myself "So what's the turnaround for this? When do we get them in edible form?"
Fresh beef and pork can't be beat. Right from the abattoir and onto your plate. Too bad they didn't have enough animals to slaughter enough for all of us every day. Morning crews on the farm trying to take care of that teeming mass of future yumminess would have been a nightmare. We never would have gotten done.
Besides, I hated the cows and the pigs and the chickens. They were ugly and smelly and gross. As far as I'm concerned, they deserved to be on my plate, where they smell and look a hell of a lot better.
Although... there was one cow I liked, and that was Pepper. Mainly because she had a silly moo. But I'd still have no qualms about eating her.
Don't forget, you can't have slaughter without laughter.
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Burn salads ? I thoughti was the only capable of that
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Burn salads ? I thoughti was the only capable of that
Well, I used to. I figured out the trick. Don't prepare it with a creme brulee caramelizing torch. I only use the microwave now and it's just fine.
But put the dressing on afterwards, not before.
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there is lots of mention of hannuka and passover food. Was there a large Jewish population at CEDU?
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there is lots of mention of hannuka and passover food. Was there a large Jewish population at CEDU?
Large Jewish Population? I would say that while I was there at least 1/4 of the students were Jewish. It was great what I learned from the Jewish kids there. It single handedly helped me relate to Jewish folk to this day. I know "Buzz words" to the Jewish Language and can totally relate/get along with Jewish Folk at a party. This is actually thanks to Cedu. I lived with many Jewish Folk in the dorms and learned all about it. I paid close attention..I really like the religion actually. I like how close and bonded everyone is.
Seriously - this may sound silly - but I was at a party last weekend and totally was able to hang out with these two Jewish guys because I could talk inteligently about their religion. I must give my dorm friendships credit. (At least a little)
Actually - come to think of it? Was there any Jewish Staff? I was actually raised Christian. Cedu did not honor any religion whatsoever.
Consequently, I prayed every night to get the fuck out of there.
By the way - the memory this post triggered was that I had work details in the walk in. The walk in was the fridge/freezer. I swiped like 4 liks off someones birthday cake. So basically, I stole icing. I got in a lot of trouble for that. Wow - so crazy - I copped out to stealing icing. Here I am on this stupid site realizing that at some point in my life, I had to take heat because I snuck some icing from a birthday cake. That really puts it into pesrpective....
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That's funny... because when was on work detail, I often got kitchen duty....I didn't mind because the Kitchen Ladies were the sanest ones there.... My favorite guilty pleasure was stealing spoonfuls of ICING! Yum. Sugar high.
Of course, before every job, Wanda or whoever would say something like, "When you scrub this oven, I want you to think about how you put your little girl in the oven every day!" or "As you clean these counters, I want you to think about cleaning up the dirt you live with."
Why couldn't anyone ever say, "Look, you're in deep shit. Think about it." I would've respected that so much more that all that damn lingo.
Even then, all I did was try to leave. That's a pretty sane goal in a world gone mad....
but back to icing.
Anyway, got Turkey waiting to go in the oven.... wish you all could share it!
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nd can totally relate/get along with Jewish Folk at a party
That's quite admirable, because we are savage bastards who like to drink the blood of christian children, and as such, are rather difficult people to get along with.
I'm not sure what the jew percentage was at RMA, but it was significant enough to have our holidays such as pesach and hanukkah. Obviously, we had jewish staff there, because stacy and dana were working up there at the time. I know there were others, but I just don't recall. Maybe Chuck Selent? He certainly looked like he could have come from the mediterranean or eastern europe.
... yes, I'm kidding. How fucking stupid do you think I am? That dude looked like the poster child for the aryan brotherhood. (Ironically enough, he and his family helped a few jewish kids escape the nazis during the war.)
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When I was at RMA in the early 80s, Jews were the majority, Christians, the minority. We celebrated all Jewish holidays: Hanukkah, Yom Kippur, and Passover. Of course, we celebrated Christmas, but I don't remember celebrating Easter.
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there is lots of mention of hannuka and passover food. Was there a large Jewish population at CEDU?
Large Jewish Population? I would say that while I was there at least 1/4 of the students were Jewish. It was great what I learned from the Jewish kids there. It single handedly helped me relate to Jewish folk to this day. I know "Buzz words" to the Jewish Language and can totally relate/get along with Jewish Folk at a party. This is actually thanks to Cedu. I lived with many Jewish Folk in the dorms and learned all about it. I paid close attention..I really like the religion actually. I like how close and bonded everyone is.
i think it is also ironic that you had to go to an american prison camp to get to learn about jewish heritage. what better place! what does a jew know more than suffering!!?? :)
i remember being there, at cedu, learning dona dona, knowing that if my mom had not married a white protestant-heritage aetheist, she never ever would have had the money to send me to this nazi boot camp.
irony irony irony
control control control
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Memory is an interesting thing. I was at RMA in the early 80's too. I would say that Christian were the strong majority. If it matters -- my family was catholic a few generations ago. I am raising my child as a Jewish humanist although I could easily go UU too.
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I thought most of the food sucked at CEDU RS. except sunday brunch, that was the only day of the week I was ever truly full. and maybe on the lucky mornings when marcos made that good ass granola.
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YES! let's talk about cedu food...some of my keenest cedu memories...
whoever wrote about 200 burgers for 175 people was spot on...called up last? not only did the person doing the calling up obviously NOT like you, but you were shit out of luck on those burgers!! hope you like salad. or leftover breakfast bread from the morning...
speaking of call ups, how pissed were YOU when your worst enemy was chosen to do call-ups?? or even better, when the worst enemy of someone at YOUR TABLE was calling up? shit, even taco bar could get cold by the time you had plate in hand...
SMORG, anyone?? I always meant to check the food service statutes regarding the service of week-old, freeze-dried food in an institutional setting. never did though...guess I was trying to repress the memory of smorg altogether.
chicken nugget eating contests. june 19, 2002. me vs. danny p vs. nick h: me 46, danny 55, nick 116 (are you kidding me?? 116? that's like $25 worth of nuggets at McD's...) - hey, can you blame us? we had chicken nuggets, what, 3 times in 2 1/2 years??
ever had the urge to sock someone right in the face when they didn't wash their plate off before dropping it in the pots and pans pile? no? guess you never tried to sneak lynyrd skynard cd's on campus and ended up on EIGHTY-SIX STRAIGHT DISH CREWS (morning noon and night baby!!)
who was your favorite kitchen staff? well dina, who introduced thursday morning cinnamon buns to bca, is obviously near the top of this list. but then again, if ruth never worked there, I wouldn't have this gem of a memory...
alex: ruth, this chicken pot pie tastes like chicken pot shit!
ruth: YOU WANT A CROWBAR TO THE JAW?
alex: ruth, did you just threaten me with a crowbar? can you say that in front of staff? it might get me pulled...
ruth: SURE, GET THE FLOOR MANAGER, I'M GETTING IT OUT OF THE BACK ROOM RIGHT NOW!!
(ruth, of course, denied this conversation took place and alex z. got himself a 2-week restriction for making up defamatory comments about a staff member...)
bet this never happened when YOU were at cedu (well, as shanlea pointed out, before the mid-90's there was no way to sneak ganja on campus anyways...) - jonny t. and vinny f.'s punishment for not holding younger school students accountable? to make brownies for the team of course!! the aforementioned ruth was a bit of a scatter brain...she didn't notice vinny slipping the cannabis oil he had cooked in the OSD the night before into the batch of brownies. staff and student alike were baked as a cake that day...(18 y/o vinny got himself tossed for that one...is that a bad thing?)
is there a single organic component to whirl? I swear that stuff is 100% synthetic...and they would put it in EVERYTHING. breakfast bread, dinner rolls, slices of toast...shit, I even saw ruth coating HOT DOG AND HAMBURGER BUNS with whirl. because burgers and dogs just aren't greasy enough...
breakfast bread probably took more years off of cedu students' lives than the heroin they were shooting before getting sent away...
did you guys have "sugared cereal saturdays" back in the day? I saw 2 voyagers literally slug it out over the last bit of cap'n crunch one saturday morning (the same saturday morning that I realized I'd be scarred for life after cedu...) kriss l., the little attention-whore she was, used to scream I'M ON BANS at anyone that looked her in the eye. that ended one saturday morning when someone threw a bowl of fruit loops in her face from point blank range. guess staff was right, we just couldn't handle all that "sugared cereal"...
wait? we only have 200 burgers for 175 people? well why the hell are the teachers coming in before their shifts and eating 3-4 burgers each?? oh yah, they don't pay them. my bad.
how long did it take you to get YOUR "caffeine privilege"? only took me 17 months...
but in answer to your question, yes, dinner really was the only time of the day we had to look forward to. it was the only thing that bore the slightest resemblance to being at home with your real friends. staff were too busy stuffing their underpaid faces to care what students were talking about, so we had the chance to shoot the shit about whatever we wanted while pretending we were back home shootin' the shit over dinner out on the town. that and games of basketball were really the only time I felt a shred of freedom. while I look back on cedu as a truly miserable experience that took nearly a decade to get over the effects of, I really do miss sittin' at those indoor picnic tables with my buddies, eatin' as many chicken nuggets as we could, or seeing who could bean the resident "look-good" from across the dining hall with an overcooked pizza stick without being caught by staff...
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ok, that was likely the funniest post ever!