Ha! I remember singing "Sanitarium", "One", "In My Darkest Hour", and other depressing heavy metal songs in group. I did it in my head most of the time; only very occasionally out loud because, at roughly 5'2" and 100 lbs. before entering Straight, I was quite a bit smaller than 90% of the 4th-and-5th phase girls who stood at the ends of the rows. (You know, the girls who were big-boned to begin with, who put on a lot of weight whilst sitting idly on the lower phases.) Some of those girls scared me! Heck, even some of the petite ones scared me! I thought everybody was crazy for the longest time. I didn't know quite how to come out and say so, so I tried to run from a parked host-car (is that what you call it?) just a few days after my intake. I failed to escape, and, after getting reamed a new asshole (not literally, but sure as hell figuratively) in not one but several raps, I became very quiet, timid, mousy... Not much like I was before entering Straight, and not much like I am now.
Anyway, on the topic -- my best memory of Straight was when I was on 4th phase. I worked at a little ice-cream shop in a mall in Tyson's Corner. Because I was on 4th phase, and FINALLY allowed to have a little fun, I frequented the arcade around the corner on my lunch breaks. I don't remember if that was every day or just on certain days, but I do know I was following the rules, as I understood them, TO THE LETTER because [a] I really did want to be sober and I figured that being honest and following the program was my easiest ticket out of the place. Anyway, one day, the arcade owner -- a middle-aged Indian man who smelled funny -- gave me a stuffed Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle -- Donatello, I think. I remember riding a Metro bus back to the Straight building in Springfield. It was a beautiful, sunny day; I was listening to some good tunes on my Walkman; and I was holding my already-beloved Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle. It was about as good as life could get in Straight.
Unfortunately, a few days later, I got set back for accepting a gift from a man (the middle-aged Indian arcade owner, who was NOT attractive to me WHATSOEVER), a man who did not seem to have any ulterior motive for giving me the toy other than making a kid's day.