Most of you are aware I was a rowdy, rebellious, Punk/Sk8 teenager. Some are aware I was frequently in trouble with my parents, my teachers and with the law. A handful are aware that honey and I were considered "troubled", "bored", "gifted" and a thousand other labels. A very few are aware my honey was the same kind of kid and that we met during high school. Not many are aware the high school was a "therapeutic reform school" and we there on court orders from our respective states. It was not the first time I was forcibly "sent" somewhere, but it was the last.
When we were there, the school was a lot harsher than is described in the book written by a fellow grad who came a few years after us. State authorities visited it once and made them tone down the punishment, sleep deprivation tactics, food withholding, isolation and other things that went on. Apparently, though it was technically "easier' to "do your time" there after we left, it wasn't any less weird and traumatic.
Support Allison Weaver (the author) a fellow grad of the school, and learn what damage honey and I had to undo later in life if you're curious:
Gone To the Crazies
The school was a truly weird and freaky place, where some very scary stuff happened until they shut it down in 2004. I give it credit for only two good things in my life: a renewed focus on my studies that bumped my GPA from a .25 to a 4.0 and got me into college, where I earned two degrees; and honey, whom I would not have met without going there.