A special school

I was never a very good student as described here. My parents were worried that I had some sort of issue, so they decided that I needed to go to a private school. I ended up at a place called Asbury. This was one of the strangest schools I had ever seen. It was a large 150 year old ranch house made out of mud bricks. There was very little indication that this was a place of learning.

I was supposed to be in the 4th grade, but this new school had no grades.

This was a really strange bohemian place run by hippies and moonbats. I was told that there were no grade levels, tests or report cards. Each child, no matter their age was in a class appropriate to their skills. This meant an eight year old could conceivably be finished with high school if one was willing and able.

There were no rules. You chose your own work, completed it then you were free to do whatever.

I was pumped! What a dream come true. I had previously done so poorly in school that my parents sent me to fuck off university.

My teacher "Bruce" to his credit was a nice guy and a good teacher, but imagine trying to control and motivate kids in a setting reminiscent of Lord of the Flies.

Some of the stuff that went on in this school boggled my mind. Kids climbed in and out of windows to get to class, smoked pot in the school courtyard, and had sex in the closets. The teachers would often have their wallets and purses stolen and everything that wasn't tied down was either pilfered or destroyed.

This school was located downtown in a not so good neighborhood. After I did a few pages in a work book, I would walk over to the park, go shoot pool in the community center, or walk 4 miles to the museum of natural history. The school never missed me or knew where I was half the time.

Sometimes we would have special events, for example the administrators would determine the worst behaved child in the school. Then all the teachers would whoop, holler and run around with lassos and ropes. Once they located the behaviorally challenged kid, the teachers would chase him down, hog tie him ,tie the child to a wooden post and then whip the shit out of him. All the other kids would join in and were allowed to spank or pinch the captive.

I always felt sorry for whoever this kid was and never participated in these rituals. I thought it was strange that a bunch of bohemians would resort to hog tying and beatings.

On Valentines day my teacher Bruce came to class dressed only in a giant diaper. I was disturbed by the sight of this hairy naked man trying to teach us long division.

I started to think that this school might be a bit much for me.

The older high school aged kids were a terror, they would go around with rubber gloves giving the smaller kids "rectal exams" I was big enough to fight them off but usually I was roughed up in the process. Since all of these kids were valuable "paying customers" discipline was almost non existent.

Things got more and more out of control and one day a serial nymphomaniac tried to get me alone in one of the empty class rooms. If I had only been a little older this may have not been so bad. But at eleven years old her sexual advances were frightening to say the least.

I spent two years at Asbury and didn't learn much. In lieu of grades there was a parent teacher conference. My teacher informed my parents that I was lazy and un-motivated so mom and dad immediately put me back in regular classes.

Thank god for shitty public schools