September 1993 brought the autumn school season with it. And for my free spirited, no responsibilities, and lazy ass it meant the end of sleeping in every single day! I‘ve always disliked mornings. 6 a.m. is too early - Seriously!
I signed up for an english and grammar class, a math class and a social sciences class at the high school for that first semester.
After about a week, a large and unattractive girl began to hit on me very strongly. I didn’t want to be mean to her, so I just smiled at her, said ‘hi’, then went back to appearing highly uninterested in her company. This didn’t work. Nicole kept trying to get me in the sack by saying such outrageous things to me as “can I give you a ****job Sean?” Now despite her being ugly, I really thought about it when she said things like that.
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I ran into Michael Denson in the hallway one afternoon and I asked if he wanted a girlfriend. It came as no surprise to me when he said ‘yes.’ Right there I immediately spilled the beans on a “smokin’ hot” girl that I could hook him up with after school. He then got excited and started asking me who she was, what she was, where she was, what does she look like - All the standard questions a potential dating participant usually wants to know.
I told him to wait, because I’m not telling him who it is now. Instead I suggested that we set up a time and place where all three of us could meet and I could introduce Mike to Nicole. I wasn’t sure how Mike would react when he actually saw how ugly she was.
The moment I introduced Mike he didn’t even budge against her. He went straight for the girl! Cool for me, now I didn’t have the stalker issue to deal with. The pair were quickly engaged in conversation together, and I bid them farewell and departed. .
The next day they were holding hands, and French kissing each other outside with the rest of us while we were freezing our butts in the cold, smoking cigarettes. It could be described as a traveling freak show.
After the first two months of school, my grades plummeted to the same as in the previous year. Back to mass ‘incomplete’ scorings caused by me skipping all of my classes.
In February 1994 I again voluntarily removed myself from the public school system. Upon hearing this my father made a suggestion that I sign up for the brand new Job Corps that was going to open soon in town. At that time I didn’t know exactly what ‘Job Corps’ was. It sounded interesting though. I was sixteen years old by this time and relished the idea of not living with mom and dad.
It wasn’t long before my being accepted by Job Corps was confirmed. Start date would be May 05 1994. After a few months of tolerating my father’s incessant drinking and complaining about all things in life, the happy day finally arrived and I packed up my belongings and I was quite eager to be on my own in a very real way.
My dad dropped me off, and I signed in to the front office security at the Job Corps. An employee who identified himself to me as an “RA” or residential advisor directed me to follow him to my brand new, luxurious housing facility. I entered into my new room and there were two other guys. A serial-killer looking
man by the name of Jeff. And a black guy who seemed to be isolated in his own world.
The RA provided me with all the information on the dining facility schedule. And the next day would be where I would be led on a tour around the grounds, and presented with all my occupational learning options.
I chatted with Jeff for awhile out of a pure curiosity about his life. The man was 24, and he looked like he was 48! He began to tell me stories, some quite disturbing. Such as one story about when he was raped by a group of men in Fairbanks. I was a bit shocked at hearing this.
A few hours passed and it was dinner time. We were hungry, so Jeff and I went to the dining facility together. It was quite an impressive buffet style set up. The food was top quality. We gorged ourselves for the better part of an hour. It had been a long day. And we both knew that the rest of our time at Job Corps would be the same kind of long days on a day-to-day basis.
We were compelled to do a detailed daily cleaning of our living quarters. A points system was used. If you’re room of four guys lost too many points for a dirty room, then we would lose the privlidge of going home on the weekend.
I chose to attend the Culinary Arts class taught by a woman who gave us a verbal bio of her qualifications and experience. She told us of her time working on Disney cruise ships. I found her to be a good teacher. And for once in my life, I had few disciplinary actions levied against me at Job Corps. Hey I was a 16 year old MAN! I was proud to be out on my own. Even if it was in a tightly controlled environment like Job Corps.
I met an Eskimo girl by the name of Christine Venes, and we immediately became good friends. I sensed she liked me in an obviously romantic way. She was just too interested in me it seemed. I really respected her, but the truth is I didn’t have the same feelings towards her. So we remained just good friends. We talked about whatever came to mind.
Then I met Brian Sexton and a wild pot smoking friend of his by the name of Dave. Me and Dave displayed a good deal of animosity towards each other. We felt initially that we could possibly hate each other. So for the next few weeks Dave and I did our best to intimidate and threaten each other. It was an ego flare up.
Then all of a sudden for an unknown reason, Dave became nice to me. I had no clue as to why this was happening.
Next thing you know Dave, Brian, and myself became very good friends. With “RA” permission, I was allowed to move into Dave and Brian’s room. I wanted this because they always had weed, and I wanted to smoke it. They wanted it because they knew they could trust me. So it worked out for all of us.
On a beautiful July weekend, I was picked up by my father and brought home.
While I was ‘free’ from Job Corps “RA’s” watchful eyes I unexpectedly ran into a former schoolmate from the high school, Levi Johnston. He promptly told me he was trying to sell some LSD. I’d been wanting to
try it, so I bought some from him. I had every intention of taking it with Dave. He was just the kind of friend I could trust while ‘tripping.’. But he’d never taken it either., so how we would both react was an open question.
I was dropped off at Job Corps on Sunday afternoon. I went to room and Dave was there. I immediately confessed to what I had in my possession. Now Dave was excited. We talked about taking just a little bit that night. So around 8 p.m. we both took half a hit. We waited for about two hours and nothing happened. We became impatient, so we then decided to take all of it. It wasn’t long after this when we discovered our mistake. Both of us started experiencing very pronounced illusions within the confines of our tiny room.
The whole night was spent with both of us on our beds, and just staring at the wall and watching imaginary visions of eagles and bugs.
At 6 a.m. the next morning, fortunately for us the drug was about done with us. Enough so, in that we could go to school. I was doggedly tired that day over at the Culinary class. I had to sneak away multiple times to take a nap in the bathroom.
The summer was fast coming to a close. On the Job Corps grounds we watched as the leaves turned yellow on the trees.
The daily grind continued. And then on a weekend in September, I had been enjoying the free time at home with my father. As was always the case, my dad dropped me off on Sunday afternoon. I went to my room and Dave was there as usual. But this time it was his turn to surprise me with some magic mushrooms. “Cool” I said to Dave when he presented the shrooms to me.
He left them with me in my hands, as he abruptly left the room when he was called by an unknown voice of a man.
I stood at the window of our room and was examining the contraband that I’d never seen before but heard so much about from people. RA Steve caught me by surprise when he opened the room door and asked me how I was doing. It simply freaked me out, and I stupidly threw my mushroom-containing hands into my pocket and dropped them in there. Steve immediately became curious and asked what I was hiding as he walked up to me. “Nothing at all” I said.
Steve gave me an ultimatum to show him what I was concealing. So I took out my hand and showed it empty to him. Not satisfied, Steve then put his hand in my pocket and pulled out the dried mushrooms in his hand.
It wasn’t hard to identify the subject matter. And I was immediately scheduled for a peer review court which included the center director who made the final call on anyone who faced expulsion from the facility such as I was now facing on the next day.
I declined to call my father and tell him of my plight. I knew he’d get quite upset over my poor judgment. I went to sleep that night in uncertainty of what the next day would bring me in this so-called peer review court.
I walked in to my scheduled ‘court’ appearance at 9 a.m. and there was six people sitting around a table. I was given the hot seat at the end of the table.
One of the three students present read the offense I had been accused of on the previous night. I was then asked by the director what my defense was. And I made up a story on the spot how I believed they were salad mushrooms. They didn’t buy it, and I was voted to be expelled immediately.
So I was ordered to pack my belongings. I did so, and a Job Corps employee had the duty of delivering me to my father at home in the Butte just a few miles away. It was a short, but very silent trip. I knew my father would be quite mad. And he was. We pulled into the driveway, and I quickly retrieved my belongings from the rear of the mini-van. The started to pull out, and that was the moment when my father discovered me standing there with all my stuff. It was immediately obvious to him what had happened. And he was visibly mad.
Fortunately I had at least obtained my GED while I was there. So I didn’t feel like it was a total loss. I had to determine what to do. I wasn’t sure at all. My mother was at the time in New Mexico spending her days away from my dad because they were mad at each other. She was mad at him for his steadfast refusal to stop drinking.
It was my dad who suggested I go there. Being the budding adventurer that I am, I was excited about the idea and agreed to it. Within a week I was delivered by my father to the airport, who I suspected was very happy to be getting rid of me.
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