My awesome program experience.
Once upon a time I was sixteen, was the loner type who liked to read for hours on end, and listen to music by myself instead of subjecting myself to teasing and torment inflicted by neighborhood children...I smoked a few cigarettes every day, snuck out of the house once, was a virgin, yeah...I was really far down, I got drunk once, never tried drugs though...wasn't interested...I cut class a few times and got caught then was talked to by the principal and so I never did it again...oh I forgot, I kissed a boy one or two times and let him visit me once after school, which was forbidden....didn't get along with my family either..you know fights, disobeying my authoritarian father, hating my stepmonster
Yes, I was in dire need of intervention fast....
Straight decided I was I druggie with an attitude of the worst kind...drug tests were not necessary as it was sooo obvious I was a hard core druggie in desparate need of help to save me from myself, jail, death, hell and damnation, etc.
Straight successfully convinced me I had a drug problem by the time I "graduated", they say I got high off liquid paper, even though I had no clue how a person could get high from it. While in straight, I was humilated in various ways such as spending quality time in a bathroom stall with an older phaser vigiliently watching my every move. Straight successfully instilled fear of restraints or being confronted on my impressionable mind, so I never dared voice opposition or disagreement. The sleep deprivation was real fun...I loved struggling to stay awake in group or school every day, getting confronted for, for falling asleep in group was widely known to be a sure sign that I had stopped applying my program...watching my grades go to hell, thats a good thing about Straight...no emphasis on academics...no one ever asked about grades.
My fondest memory of Straight was the day, three weeks after turning 18 and well into "aftercare," I was caught breaking a rule...I committed the cardinal sin of...holding a guy's hand.... Straight and my parents took immediate and decisive action to save me from myself.....My loving father, stepmonster, and three of their loyal friends visited me at work one day, then grabbed me and pushed me into a car, all the while I'm kicking and screaming and trying to resist...as witnesses tried to help in vain...and I wisked off to Straight, where staff greeted me in obvious expectation of my arrival...soon after, to my utter dismay, the local police freed me from my Straight, my saviors...
Yes, I know, kinapping, assault and battery, and conspiracy are all highly illegal and vigorously prosecuted in this country, but no matter, any means necessary to save a child, even if its illegal.
Yes I was saved, saved...oh Thank you Straight for stealing my childhood from me. Thank you Straight for saving me from my drug free life. Thank you for the curiosity you instilled in me that led me to experiementing with drugs in a way I never thought possible! Thank you for my fear and distrust of authority figures. Thank you for years of insecurity...Thank you for my motivation to party my ass off for the first 5-7 years after the glorious day of the abduction...
Yes, what A WONDERFUL program experience Straight was!!!!!!!!!!!!