well, happy new year to you all. it's been a week, but i've been pretty busy with things no one would want to hear about if they just regained their sense of hearing after being deaf their entire life. so i didnt write about it either.
this past weekend though, i came to the next step of my probation process. i went to a camp called ARM in howell, which is like an alcohol/substance awareness program. 30 dudes packed into a cabin all there for similar traits of mip's, dui's, owi's and crashing cars into houses. while drunk. idiot. casey and tyler were there too, so we had a little advantage going into the camp knowing a couple people.
anyway, it wasnt anything like i expected. im picturing drill seargants just preaching and lecturing around the clock on cruise control, giving us the privelage of eating, sleeping, taking a shit... that sort of thing.
instead, it turned out to be a vacation. i never realized how unhappy i was with my life until i had a good time at a probationary camp. who knew. but the food was delicious, the 'lectures' were completely interactive, and the staff was pretty cool too. once you know the worst legal trouble a room full of 30 guys are in, it sorta breaks the ice for everyone expecting to have a bad time. we bs'ed a lot, smoked cigarrettes, and laughed at the big ol' night babysitter we had, fatty patty. we went on this rope course which was something i almost expected. for some reason, it seems like all camps can teach life lessons by having you cross a rope tied from tree to tree, or whatever the obstacle may be. it was pretty fun.
we had recovering addicts as guest speakers, which like the obstacle course was also another thing that was expected. probation likes to show you how bad your life could be if you continue down your path., like looking at an old black and white photo of the alcoholic black sheep of the family that your mother always warned you about.
overall, it was a great time and i wish i could spend another two weeks out there, with the exception of being able to mingle with the lady group. i hated everything about the ride home. to be back in the real world. back to work and sleep. back to a little thing i call my life. this is when it really dawns on me that there are changes i need to make in order to make myself a happier, more successful person. and maybe that was the point of the camp all along. maybe it was to keep us all sober for the weekend. or maybe it was something beyond my comprehension, such as self discipline, trust, and accepting responsibilities.
impossibilities has 5 i's.
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I actually have to complete this program in the month of may. I have no idea what i'm in for and there isn't much information about this program over the internet. I came across your blog and was interested in knowing more details. I'm going for the m.a.p program which may be different then what you went for.
Tell me more about it. I'll be going to the one in Howell as well.
oh sounds like a nice little story from arm employee, where did you sleep dude? its like a fucking jail just with lectures every hour
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