Well, once again I have ventured into the cyber-bickering of the fornits web forum. I don't have much to say, really. I'm not going to say that the program was the best thing ever to happen to me, because it just doesn't happen like that. Anything, everything, everyone-- they are all what you make of them. I went to 'the late' Dundee Ranch Academy, which closed down in may of 2003. Regardless of what I made of the program (or didn't make of it), it is now just a big story of a big mean school with big mean staff and a big, mean, greedy incentive.
BUT, if you want to hear my story, then you can visit this web page:
http://www.nr.edu/creativewriting/ and scroll to the bottom and go to the number 5 author. This is a personal essay that I wrote for a creative writing class after I graduated from Dundee Ranch. I've been reluctant to put it on here because I know it will only cause more commotion and drama, and so please do me a favor and keep this in mind while reading it: there was a hot girl in my creative writing class, and I was trying to look tough so I juiced it up a little bit :smokin: It might seem like another big story about a big mean school, but if you look deeply into my words then you'll find the real meaning.
And don't forget also that if I were to actually put my entire program experience into words, then my hard drive would become full. In fact, most of my good program experiences were left out: the friends, the seminars (which sucked ass but made great memories of my friends and me), my nights singing elvis songs to the school, my days at the beach, or the rainforest, or the mall, or just being out and realizing how much I used to take for granted. Everything I learned while I was in Costa Rica were priceless lessons, and I wouldn't trade them for anything on the planet.
