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had a lot of rules.

Some of them were; no talking about certain bands, like the doors, pink floyd, and about 300 more. You couldnâ??t drink caffeine, cut your hair too short, or go where you pleased. They didnâ??t let you watch TV, or see films. If you talked down to someone then you were pushing the non violence rule at which point you would get sentenced to clean the school kitchen for hours.

If they didnâ??t see you growing emotionally they would make you sit at a table for weeks and weeks, and force you to write in a journal about your deepest darkest secrets, fears and weaknesses. They held mass group therapy sessions three times a week were I was made to scream at the floor about my own faults and problems.

From there, if you werenâ??t "getting better" they would assign you to dig stumps out of the ground, or dig ditches, or move boulders.

The trauma was more than most could bare, so they ran away, down the back side of the mountain, braving the cold. If you did run away the school would immediately call the police, who would turn on their helicopter "for a small fee to your parents of 5,000 dollars". The chopper would hunt you down and bring you back. Most people that ran away were sent to a labor camp where you were treated even worse.

This is a true story, and it happened to me.

the school was called CEDU

The only good thing about it was the friends I had there and the hot sluts. Think about every party going ecstasy taking, gangbanging the football team girl you have ever known and imagine 80 of them all living at this school with you. They almost made it worth it.

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My name is Steven Browning and im looking for my old friends. If you remember me post so we can get in contact again.

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Wow, its been a long time since I was At CEDU. (running springs during 96-98) I have been to this forum a couple times and I finnaly decided to register, so here I am.

I think I was the only one ever, in CEDU history that was allowed to make films there. While I was attending CEDU I expressed a passion for making movies and eventualy was alowed to use one of thier cameras for about a year or so. I have hours of documentation on film of some of the most inner workings of CEDU, through peer interviews and some really funny things that are enacted on camera.

It is amazing to watch now and look back at all the fun we had. Do any of you remember "The Crew Closet" series of comercials? And the good old times like filming insane people fighting in an abandoned class room using chairs and chains as weapons! HAHAHA so much fun. And the whole Rod Stuart arival special. Anyway, I am wondering if I should do anything with these movies? I Was thinking about putting them on this forum but am afraid about any litigation.

I also have about 1,000 photographs of insane things from when I was documenting the "Under Ground" movement there; those of you that were there during this will know that phrase. I documented everything and have some great photos of MANY MANY out of agreement things. 10 people standing behind the dorms an night whereing rubber gloves to smoke with and using dryer sheets to blow the smoke through. And there was the time when I was documenting people breaking things around campus, such as tiping over statues and breaking tables. LOL or when my friend Charles and I took cigarett orders from everyone and then went into town and bought 12 cartons of smokes!!! This all brings me to how our collective peer groups systematicly and with great thought brought down the school. By the time we left there were only about 10 people that would cop out! The rest, some 100 kids were cool. LOL

The best way to defeat the enemy is from within!

So many stories to tell, not enough space! Anyway, if any of you remeber me and want to see all this stuff, or have ideas of what to do with it, let me know. Show yourself friends!!!

Steve BowChickaBrow---- :wave:  

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Personal note: When I was a little kid my mother told me not to stare into the sun, so once when I was six, I did. I kept looking, forcing myself not to blink, and then the brightness began to dissolve. My pupils shrunk to pinholes and everything came into focus, and for a moment I understood.[ This Message was edited by: WhatIsAtTheEdge on 2004-08-25 21:21 ][ This Message was edited by: WhatIsAtTheEdge on 2004-08-25 22:37 ]

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