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Can someone educate me about the RAP session
Anonymous:
Hi, all the ex-cedu student. Can any one educate me about the RAP session that everyone has to participate 3 times a week? Why it is a torture to the students. Can the student not participate (I mean just be there and not doing anything). Do you think it can help someone who has depression? Is the consoler who led the session a certified therapist?
Postman:
Rap sessions are intended to bring about group "indightment" of students by other students. There is no concern over whether the indightment is just or even correct. The mission of the staff (and therapists don't run them or the complex Gestalt, bio, energetic and psychodynamic "propheets)" is to bring sufficient peer pressure and ridicule to bear against the child to make him "break" and blindly accept the culture and rules. As a theripist, all I can say is that this methodology works with heroin addicts and sociopaths, but it does damage to any child with just about any mental illness. For depressive children, it can result in suicide or psychosis - expect the same for schizophrenics, bi-polars, anxiety disorders, ADHD and especially anything resembling Autism or it's less severe types.
If your kid has any mental illness at all, don't send him to any emotional growth program. The kids who have success are usually sociopaths and healthy kids who would not have needed the place in the first place. Mentally ill kids are damaged and hospitalized repeatedly due to staff incompetence and neglegence. Most kids come out of these programs with a stark stare and a sickly appearance, much like POWs
Antigen:
How about a little more blow by blow? Assume that many readers will drop in on the conversation starting right here and describe the raps for their benefit.
All religions bear traces of the fact that they arose during the intellectual immaturity of the human race - before it had learned the obligations to speak the truth. Not one of them makes it the duty of its God to be truthful and understandable in his communications.
--Freidrich Nietzsche, German philosopher
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blownawaytheidahoway:
Usually there was some sort of ?ice-breaker?. The facilitator would read from the rap sheet the list of names of the combatants in the arena that day. During this introduction comments could be made about your name or where you were from, what you were wearing that day, whether you happened to be pudgy of have acne or diabetes?anything. Most of the time it was ridicule. ?The razz?, the ?shake up?, or the all popular ?get in his face?, these were some of the affectionate names for this process. I have heard raps referred to as the game before, and everyone was accused of playing ?games? in raps whenever they were in the ?hot seat?. Usually the rap started out of this ?playful? rousing. Sometimes a staff member or older student might not want to wait for anything and will take it upon themselves to start doing the work they need to do. When a rap started like this?I usually hated it. I would pray sometimes for a rap where we spent the first hour casually getting razzed by the staff present, patiently waiting for our turn, hoping that we weren?t the hard target for that staff that afternoon. There wouldn?t have been a bit of yelling in the first hour in these raps I used to pray for. One hour less was good enough for me. As I look back on it, the infrequency with which a rap didn?t have screaming in it within the first hour, could be compared with frequency with which Haley?s comet is visible to earth eyes naked?with suntan lotion and in a bikini. But one could still pray
blownawaytheidahoway:
Usually the rap opened when the ?rap sheet? had been retired and the staff running the rap said??okay, let?s have a rap?. Then all hell would sometimes break loose at once with a cacophony of names being yelled by different people directed at different people for different reasons; the first one no less foolish than the last. Try to imagine the scene: you are sitting in an uncomfortable black chair, you have been prepped and sufficiently razzed that you are actually more relaxed than when you walked in. There is a group seated in the circle with you made up of a couple of staff and students from different ?families? inside the school. When those four, foul syllables are uttered by the staff (I?ve seen happen a staff bestow the right on a timid student to command ?Let?s have a rap?) some people on side of the circle sit forward on the edge of the seat of the chair with their fingers extended. They in unison are vying to get the first indictment out by loudly starting: ?Okay, _______________!? When the facilitator decides who we?ll start with- you better hope it?s you! Because if a rap starts with ?OKAY, WELL XXXX, FIRST OF ALL, WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?? and the staff has decided that someone else is in the hot seat before you?you can bend over and kiss your ass goodbye because you know it?s coming. And you still have to wait, knowing that the dogs had been set loose. But still you are unable to get a head start. This is the reason that I hated so much when a rap started abruptly like that. Sitting there and doing nothing because there is nothing to be done, waiting for something that is bad that is going to happen. This is what it felt like. This is in fact what it felt like all the time I was there. But it was especially evident in the first year.
I remember some of those first years worth of RAPS. They are etched moments- chutes to another time- a wormhole to exactly what I thought at that moment. I am reminded of the findings of the ancient ruins of Pompei. When Vesuvias erupted it encased the fleeing people with molten lava, leaving the perfect outlines of the running corpses, mouths open in a forever gruesome primal scream. History cannot do anything to deny the perfectly preserved moment and perfectly preserved villages covered in pumice, and lava, and layer upon layer of consolidated ash.
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