Hiii, my name is Mary. I was enrolled in Dundee Ranch Academy from… - Condemnation of World Wide Association of Specialty Programs
Mar. 9th, 2005
Hiii, my name is Mary. I was enrolled in Dundee Ranch Academy from November of 2000 to November of 2001.
I entered the Academy when it was just started, to explain how new the program was at the time I entered, when we numbered our clothes with our initials and numbers (The boys having 1-100 & the girls having 200-300), I was number 209.
I left approximately a month before the place was torn to shit.
I don't know how much any of you read the plethera of articles that was not only in many local newspapers, but in Time magazine, The Costa Rican Embassy came into the property and proceeded to tell all the students that this program could no longer keep them, and that they were allowed to leave. The students proceeded to tear apart what was once a hotel- turned into the program. They kicked down walls, some ran down the streets into Costa Rica, others were having sex in what was left in the dorms (obviously unprotected, because how many WWASP programs have condom dispensers?). The parents were contacted soon thereafter, but some had problems getting their kids because of the chaos that was going on (i.e. they didn't know where the fuck their kids were).
Out of the approximately 300 kids that have left Dundee Ranch Academy, I am almost positive that I am the only one that has been completely drug free since. And by drug free, I mean completely. No alcohol, no drugs, no cigarettes, nothing. I've made the lifetime commitment to become straightedge, and am still standing strong.
Once I left the program, I tried to keep in contact with some of my friends that were in the program through e-mail and phone contact. My first friend who actually came to visit me ended up smoking weed with my other friend who lives here, and we have had very little contact since.
Another one came to visit me about 6 months ago or so, and because getting to my house is hella difficult, we opted to meet downtown, and go to lunch. She had us meet her in the parking lot of some sleezy motel, and the van she was driving was surrounded by hella creepy looking dudes. She asked if I could wait 10 minutes so she could go inside and smoke weed with them. I didn't know what to say, so I allowed her to.
We then went out to coffee, and after about an hour there, she asked if she could go hangout with those dudes again and then meet me at my house at around 12 or 1 in the nite. I finally called it the last straw and told her she was not welcome in my house if she didn't come with me right now.
She did not end up coming home with me that night.
Dundee Ranch was the shadiest place ever. Despite the fact that you couldn't look at members of the opposite sex, it happened all the time. None of the staff members spoke english, and most of the Family Reps weren't qualified for the job. They were endoctorinating the students into the Mormon religion through seminary classes in the morning. When my mother inquired about this, they lied to her and told her that they weren't teaching any kind of religion in the school.
They had observation placement, in which they would make us lay on the ground with our hands behind our back and our chins to the cold hard ground. I might add, the ground was horribly filthy, plus there were bugs crawling all over it. It was absolutely disgusting.
Many people didn't believe me about the entire OP thing, or the physical restraint that broke many student's arms, including mine. Some still don't. While my mother was here for PC1, we took this photograph of what happens in Obserbvation Placement.
My mother pulled me when I was at level 2 with 200 points.
I don't really know what else to say. I think I mumbled a lot about some dumb shit. Oh well.
It's pretty awesome to find this on livejournal. It's a shame that a lot of kids don't know about it.