Omg...thanks nun-ya. Yes, the hokey pokey was a big one. So was that song I can't stand to hear now, something about "kittens and mittens" and "these are few of my favorite things." All these joyous (yeah right) songs. It feels so good to get this out after all this time. I don't know why now all of the sudden, but I'm just glad I found this forum. I didn't have a menstrual period for the entire time I was there, and I wasn't allowed to see a Dr. (or dentist) for the duration. Yes, and the one dixie cup of water...
Why hasn't Art been prosecuted?
After a year, I stood up for myself after asking to be "graduated" (which we all know means, Let me the Hell outta here) and being denied, I finally told them I would tell my parents everything, and lo and behold, I "grad-u-"f-ing"-ated" the next week. There were no lock downs in Ft. Lauderdale; you were at the mercy of your peers local families. I had to come over from Ft. Myers, so those of us not fortunate enough to live at or go home, had it to really suck it up.
Fortunately, today, I no longer have to ask to use the bathroom, or tell an intimidating male or female if I have to go #1 or #2. But the memories, while somewhat repressed, still haunt me today.