In group, they taught us about drug prevention, which I’ve already gone through about a million times with the DARE program. What’s funny is that despite going through the DARE program countless times, I grew up to be a Libertarian like my father. I felt annoyed at having to go through it again, but I knew that complaining wouldn’t have changed a thing here. One of my weaknesses is that I constantly complain about things that don’t matter. I make a big deal out of things that really aren’t that special.
The counselor kept talking on and on, and after a while, her words sounded like Charlie Brown’s teachers. It all seemed fine and dandy until she handed us a quiz based on what she had talked about. As if this place wasn’t already shitty enough, they were now giving us tests…
Oh no, I am
