I remember quite vividly what it felt like to be sitting indian style on the tile floor jam packed inside a fuckin 10X10 room with no ventilation at all for at least 3 hours with 30 fellow newcomers. Apparently some asshole had brought a tylenol into group and they wanted to know who it was. Of course, we were fuckin newcomers, so how the hell were we supposed to do it? Seems like they should have had the oldcomers in there too. The worst part, aside from the extreme knee pain, was the fact that after about an hour, the sweat on the walls had accumulated on the floor in sweat puddles that deepened with time and when we were allowed back into group, our pants were all soaked with each other's sweat. HOLY SHIT! IF that aint a fuckin nightmare, nothin is! Executive raps were the worst. Indian style for 3 hours, sit up straight, get confronted for stretching legs, numb asses, that's rediculous to have us sitting like that. PERIOD! MG8