Starting with Terri Tucker, she was just too damn good-looking to be on staff. I barely remember anything she might have said, because I was too busy checking her out the whole time she would be leading a rap. She played quite a lot of games as well, and could turn the group into a wild pirahna feeding frenzy with the snap of her fingers. She was vain, aloof, opinionated, distant, and fucking gorgeous. Add that to her general incompetance and you had a chick that had more shit go down on her watch ie; split attempts, fights, chair throwing, Jerks communicating and making plans, guy-girl games and sleeping in group, than any other female staff the entire time I spent at the Milton Roy Building.
Amy Wrong's last name was really Wright, but she was wrong for the job in every way. She was a Margaret Houlihan bubbling cauldron of self hatred and loathing for anyone or anything that reminded her of herself. She was famous for pouncing on girls the split second that they arrived in from school. I remember she jumped on Wendy Weaver one day because her blue jeans were tight. It did'nt matter that she had probably gained 10 pounds or so sitting in group all damn summer with no excersize, or that she was simply growing out of the damn things. What set her off were all the 4th and 5th phase guys buy the water fountain paying attention to her, but instead of putting the focus where it needed to be, she chose to rip Wendy to shreds. Amy always went for the weakest victim to spit her venom at. Since I was a jerk at the time, I yelled out "What are you gay now?" and "Hey Dyke, what's it like?" She layed off her long enough to stand up a bunch of girls to come down on me for my own personal amusement, and when she saw it was'nt working, I was placed in the infamous "Green Room."
Wanda Minton is proof positive that even God makes mistakes from time to time. Everything about her sucked. She was too damn stupid to do her job. I am sure that other girl staffers had to carry her along. I never heard once, of any girl I knew in the program say that Wanda was their primary counselor. Primary counselors are the staff member assigned to your progress. Primary Counselors have to know how to read and write. I guess Wanda got by from passing as a Primate Counselor because she looked like that fuckin Orangutan from those Clint Eastwood movies.
If it was negative emotion you wanted, Wanda delivered in spades. I honestly think that she was incapable of positive thought. Every mirror in the building that the skank bitch ever looked into had a crack in it. One of the most memorable things I ever said to her was on the ride in from school with her mother driving. She was laying into her brother John as usual, and I told her to shut the hell up so I could enjoy the ride. I told her if I were her brother, she better not take any baths or she might suffer a hair dryer "accident." As I have said before, staff had her placed in my printing class to keep an eye on me and I think she wound up having a crush on me or some shit. That was ok, because the bathroom I used to run to to vomit in was just down the hallway.