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who was at Cedu and or RMA in the year 1993

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dishdutyfugitive:
akimbo  in the summitt...

haaaaaaaaaaaa.

that reminds me  - in mine we had some funny shit- a day before our summit started sherman lifer returned from supportimg a wilderness challenge during which he spilled a good amount of boiling hot water on his man sausage/groin reigon and got 2nd/3rd degree burns.

Poor bastard - I did/do feel sorry for him....but...he was on crutches and bandaged up treating the burns...(now I am feeling really sorry for the guy) during the entire summit so when he had get up and attempt akimbo he was on a pair of crutches and had to his right leg up karate kid style (to avoid pain) and put his palms facing outward.

He looked so damn funny.students and staff were barely able to contain their amusement and be dead serious.

That poor bastards pain was the only comic relief I had during that bullshit workshop.

try another castle:
WTF was akimbo?

Was that when we had to sit for the whole workshop with our hands on our knees with palms facing upwards? I don't recall having to do that while standing, though.


Poor guy, I don't know  how large your peer group was, but the voting part of the lifeboat exercise must have been brutal for him. My peer group had merged with the one below us, so there were close to 25 people in there. It took hours. I can't even remember how long, since we couldn't have watches. (Did you ever notice how many times our watches were confiscated from us? Full-times, propheets, workshops, expeditions...)

The viet cong used to torture POWs by making them stand up for days, to the point where their bodies would actually deform because the remaining fluid in their systems would collect in their legs and feet.

dishdutyfugitive:
every time you had to stand up in front of the group (horseshoe style) and speak/be spoken to. you had to stand erect (proper posture) with arms down by your side and palms facing out.


this posture open's you up to your emotions. (I believe this physical/psychological  correlation to be true in in it's original form) however it was fucking bastardized and hijacked by idiots like mel and many others. ..forced to stand there for a week like that....fucking a.....In fact any time I hear smelly hippies, or cedu like morons trying to sell a line of crap about the benefits of sitting indian style I want to hit them upside the dome with Jerry Garcias tamborine......

Hot damn I've worked myself into a lather.

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dishdutyfugitive:
Also, we were a merged peer group right before the summit so we were easily 20+.

Yes you had to sit in proper posture w/forearms on thighs and palms facing up.

Castle
Well done with the rma lingo. You must have been in leadership. Corps de bois even.

try another castle:

--- Quote ---Well done with the rma lingo. You must have been in leadership. Corps de bois even.
--- End quote ---



**spits out drink** *choke*

You actually knew me, mister. I was anything but in leadership. (Just ask blownaway) I never even became a dorm head. The only leadership thing I ever went to was one made for the tardos such as myself who didn't have leadership skills. It was kind of like a pity leadership day-conference thing, where we had to row around the pond in canoes with one arm tied behind our back. (I failed. I was one of the only ones not given a  handicap, and I didn't do shit to help out everyone else, cause I didn't give a crap.)

The funniest was that there was a huge student leadership conference thing, (I think it was called "Go the Distance") which I designed the posters, the banners, and the t-shirt, with some stupid-assed runner on it, and I wasn't invited. I don't even think I got one of the fucking shirts I designed.

So I'm a sucker. But in my defense, I probably would have gotten into a world of hurt had I not done my duty and designed all of that shit. I know that I had been talked to in a rap at one point because my work was sub-par for something they put on the bulletin board. (They didn't like my font. I didn't either, but all I cared about was getting out of work.)

Whenever a propheet was about to get out, kids who weren't even my friends would come up to me and ask me to draw a fucking dolphin card for the person they were getting out. (I think I finally did start telling people to fuck off about that, though.) Even the staff told me that I shouldn't let people use me like that.

Let me put it another way... I still have my graduation pamphlet, where it lists "accomplishments of the graduates"

On it, almost every single person belonged to some sort of committe.. Leadership, friends committee, dorm head, soccer team, honor roll, student government vice president, newspaper staff, stereo crew, presidential classroom.

You know what it had next to my name?
"Many fine artistic gifts."

That's it.

Oh wait, holy shit, it had friends committee, too. WTF was the fucking friends committee? I don't even remember that. The only thing I remember is that I didn't do anything for it, that's what.


Basically, I was the resident art fag.

You probably remember me, I helped with that stupid assed huge "Here Forever" poster for the faculty conference. The one with the eagle and the sword in the stone.

Fortunately, some much more talented students worked on the blackletter font. Typography has never been my strong suit.

Anyway, my point is that I wasn't leadership material. Something I was quite ashamed of then, and am quite proud of now. You'll never see me getting into management. I'm way too insubordinate.

In case you are confused, since Castle is indeed a dude... yes, that person I'm talking about who did all of those things was a girl... an incredibly repressed, angst-ridden girl.


Things change...

Remember me now?  :P

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