Raps served only one real purpose that worked. Yelling at people at the school who were annoying you so they wouldn't repeat it. But it was only little stuff, things you would have knocked the person senseless at any other school.
Carmen was so fake. She figured since she was Dan's wife, she therefore had some kind of great wisdom to impart on everyone in raps. Most of the staff were that way, as though they were checking a cheat-sheet constantly looking for the right thing to say.
Bob Silfies was generally a decent guy, though he played the "That's right! How does that feel? Ah huh!" game a lot too.
Caroline was just a bitch. She wouldn't indict me in raps because she was too easy to turn the conversation back on. She had an IQ of a prostitute... wait a minute... She was a prostitute... If you used a word large enough, her eyes would glaze over and her mouth would shut. She could yell, but generally I would just give her the Spock raised eyebrow, she would stop, and ask "What?" And then I would have her. But having the rep/title of an intellect, most of the uneducated students who were not getting any more education while there would back down, or not bother to speak to me in raps. I think I got indicted four times the entire time I was there.
Another game I would play was "Find the Indicter." Figure out who had requested you, and watch them. When they tried to maneuver in position to indict you during someone elses indictment, in preparation for blowing you away, you continuosly switch seats with people to place yourself next to them, since the rules were; no indicted someone next to you. Too intimidating. Which seemed a rule totally opposite of RMA's goals. To intimidate people into submission.
Tim Brace was usually my worst rap leader since he was armed with detailed information about my past. He loved to bring up that I was adopted, therefore abandoned, therefore worthless. Worked a couple of times too. But I got him back. I found my birth family a few years ago, found out I have 5 siblings, and they tried more than once to find me. They wanted me!!!! Not so worthless afterall, eh Timmy??!!!???
But I agree with most people who have said they liked to label people at every turn, with mostly inaccurate titles like slut. Everything was so canned and generic there, it was hard to take much of it seriously. And when people say they went to that school with few problems, but came out with plenty because RMA gave them the problems, I can relate to that. I had never seriously considered the fact I was adopted until it was put in my face several times. And intellectually, I was interested in finding them, but not with RMA's help. Being forced to think of my birth family in negative terms was not something I had ever wanted to do. I didn't know they well enough to judge them, and RMA sure as hell didn't know them any better. And that was the problem. The always came armed with erroneous information about students, all coming from parents who had no idea what was going on with their own children, that everyone was just taking shots in the dark trying to label and judge everyone without taking the time to get to know them.
I hated being indicted or watching others get indicted by look goods or older students who were forced to participate and yell at people in order to get privledges or keep them. Want to be in leadership? Indict 3 people per week. Want to ski at Sweitzer? Get three new students to tell you their story. These people didn't know you, didn't seem to want to know you, yet were forced to yell at you for whatever they could think of. Talk about needy people. Look goods just sucked.
Raps were also far too long. Three fricken hours in plastic chairs, cushioned ones if you were lucky, listening to people yell and scream about things I would prefer not have known about. And the graphic details... My God! I did not need to know how someone went about getting one of the sheep at the farm to hold still while they performed sex with it.
The worst was the all-female rap I somehow got put in. Twenty four women led by Caroline Wolfe, all discussing things no man was meant to know, and then being put on the spot as the only guy in the rap to tell them which guys masterbated to which girls. Including myself. Though I did get to see Caroline Wolfes breasts in that rap. For the second time. She loved to flash people. Problem was, I was having sex with someone there, on a regular basis, and was in love, so I had to keep my answers brief and strictly lies. I learned that deodorants and rubberbands had more uses than I was aware of. Personally, tight constricting rubber and chemicals don't generally find their way anywhere near my manhood. (Cringe!)
Well, that's my comment about raps.
--Bill,
