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Hey, just to figure out how people are feeling, I think it would be kinda cool if people would post something they hated about CEDU, and then how they would change it into something better. Keeping in mind that you cannot simply completely overhaul something i.e. remove commissary and instead shop at A&F.com that is too far out there.

I know that this forums main bag is anonymity, that is what I like about it, but these anonymous staff are pissing me off. You talk big and have all sorts of CEDU closure stories, but so far there is nada for evidence. I do know that if you post your name, you will be fired, that much I do know, but should that matter?? should it matter if you get fired from an abusive program?? I don't think it should, maybe you could take your fake college diploma and get a job somewhere else. Actually should is the operative word here. You should quit. Immediately. It just seems like there are a lot of mixed messages being sent. For instance former RMA staff person gets a little CEDU in his/her/it's writings on here. Telling me that you buy into the program just a little bit too much. But I don't know. If you had real balls and were important enough in the system, you could make a difference. But if you post on here about how you hate it and then go to the school and treat kids like shit because that is the status quo, that is some bullshit. I don't know, but hey, I don't have to look into your mirror in the morning, or have you deluded yourself to the point that you feel like superman when you pull up in front of the lodge to begin work??

Whine all you want but CEDU kicks some mean ass. And I will prove it.

 It's better than being held as a POW, or in the iraqi militants case pseudo-POWs. It is better than being shot to death, eating rat poison. It is better than slowly filling up with shit and then painful death. It is so much cooler than being Bubba's bitch. And CEDU is preferable to being drawn and quartered in the town square at noon. I like to call my stint at CEDU "Fantasy Land," or if I am in a particularly jovial mood
I like to call it "SURVIVOR Down on the farm" because after all it is muchos better than eating shit naked in a field of turnips (although I've seen that on the internet, obviously not CEDU folk) I mean come on, where else could a thirteen year old boy get so much direction in his life?? It was fucking great!! having to dredge shit up in front of god and everybody, I mean I felt so small it was amazing!! I could have fit on the head of a pin, just like a disney movie. And what was more, they had these people called staff there. Now these people were so cool, they would order you around and threaten you wow, what a trip. The best part about them was that often times after work, they would smoke pot and get drunk, just like we wished we could. It was like we were living vicariously through our staff people. The coolest was that these staff were not so high and mighty towards us, in fact many of them didn't even have college degrees. And some didn't even have high school diplomas, what a riot. Oh before I forget we used to go through these things called propheets. We would sit in a circle for hours verbally beating down our fellow students in a super fun rap thingie. And what was funny was when they would bring up say a girl getting raped, and the staff would use it against her. Sometimes you would have to stand up in front of the group and get berated for everything you did wrong, and that was cool, it was like god was radiating wisdom down upon you. Oh speaking of god, they only let one religion be practiced openly. And that was so much fun for the rest of us to see them treat some kids special. It just made my heart warm to see someone else getting hooked up with fatty priviledges. We did get to play spades and card games all the time, to better prep some of us for a life in prison. But by far the neatest thing I ever saw was these things called bans. If you were hanging out with someone too much, they would put you on bans, where you could not talk or even look at the person. It was so cool, because it made you look for new friendships, with freaky people. Wow how neat.They would use anything they could against you, and I was like wow, how did you know I did that. Man I tell you, if you have never tried it, just do it dude, CEDU rocks and that is all there is to it. I will talk more about this later.

When I talk about CEDU, and remember stuff, the bad stuff takes second place to my friends. That is what I miss the most. Cause when you were there, there was no democrats, no Republicans, no big burning political issue, no bills, no fancy cars, Just you and your friends. Hell if there was a big argument, it wasn't about whether or not war is justified, it was about sports, or I guess sometimes about how tough someone was out in the real world. Friends would help you through tough times, and keep your head up when shit was going wrong. Raps were entertaining and fun sometimes, but sometimes they were a good place to get help from the kids. you weren't fighting your personal battles alone, there was always someone else who knew how you felt. Not necessarily any of the brothers keeper propheet junk, just another kid rising above his own demons and giving you a hand. There is so much bad talk here about CEDU ruining lives, well that is true, but through my own hard work I got my family back, and I watched people grow up too, with none of the force fed shit. Years later I turned my own back on my family, but that is for wholly different reasons. CEDU made me grow up, probably a little too fast, and I probably heard a few things I really didn't need to hear. I also heard a few things I needed to hear. A few of the staff treated us like the real world, I didn't like it at the time, but years later I can relate. Come on, no one here can tell me that every kid was an angel, I sure as hell wasn't, I did plenty of thigs that were as unacceptable there as it would have been out here. I got my ass chewed plenty of times. And there was times I took a bum beef, I haven't forgotten about the slights and bad times, but I can't look at some of my relatives that smacked me around as a kid without wanting to hit them with a pipe. It is life, I've had a few failures outside, but I've had an awful lot of success. And giving props where props are due, I think CEDU left me with a bad case of little mans. With every success I have I kick CEDU in the teeth. I don't forget how far down I was when I was there, I won't ever forget the feeling that I could not control my life when I was there, looking over your shoulder, living a fucked up life to please the man. Someday I want to look down on CEDU and all the things that they do, and piss all over them. Not every kid will be sucessful in life as nice as that would be. Some kids were just plain shitheads who were born to fuck up, and that's what they did. I'll never blame CEDU for that, I'll blame parents. Spoiling their kid rotten and never asking anything in return. Letting their kid run over them.....all this has nothing to do with CEDU. Having Flash backs, feeling like someone is standing over your shoulder, That is CEDU all the way however. But so many kids when I was there had to learn responsibility, and it is a motherfucker of a lesson to learn. Kids had to learn reward/consequence which is another hard hard lesson. Of course there were some kids that already knew that shit so it made CEDU a cakewalk in general areas. Unfortuneately instead of being yelled at to simply do chores, we had to jump right into thinking up disclosures, or staff found other ways to give us hell. It was a game, which so far the clock has not stopped at least for me. Shit, there was times you would be on top of your game, really kicking ass, bulletproof, and then the rules would change, the favorite rule change was bans. They would suddenly throw you into a situation where you were gonna screw it all up, they would put you on bans from your friends, "getting you out of your comfort zone" then it was bring on the work assignments, cause I will talk to my friends. I used to think it was a lot like war, but now I know better. More like Prisoners of War. Only difference is that when you are a POW, you know you are within the enemy. CEDU looked good on the outside, and the enemy would change from day to day. I had very few people that were steady at being at my throat.
DO NOT let this take away from our POWs, their trials and tribulations make our stays at CEDU seem like a warm spring day. The brave men and women in the armed forces that spent quality time in the stalags and labor camps, Bataan, China and Korea, Vietnam, Iraq. NONE of us here are fit to even carry their lunch, and that is no shit. But when you read POW stories, it seems as if CEDU has modeled their system after them.

Hey all this bitching and griping gets me pissed off. It is good to talk about that stuff, but I remember the good times also, whether it was funny shit in dorms, raps, sitting around the house, whatever. Because I know good and damn well there were some good times. Just like war vets, who remember the bad times, but they also remember getting drunk and outrunning MP's.

[ This Message was edited by: Hell on Wheels on 2004-07-07 19:35 ]