For anyone not familiar with "The Story", this time I won't be reposting it. You just have to look for it to get caught up. Anyhow, this is the conclusion.
I call it: Drug Dealer Classes.
In two weeks I'll be all done with the hard part of my probation. I probably won't mention it anymore simply because I expect to be to busy to focus on it. It'll just be one more bill to mail off.
So I mentioned drug dealer classes before. I procrastinated on going because I didn't see any benefit. So far, I am absolutely right. These classes are for retards. Not to mention that the focus is on substance abuse. (That's a whole other blog!) But the message (Which I learned before and is eerily similar to "The Seven Habits...") is dumbed down far too much. I knew it! I knew when I first spoke with the counselor (He interviews you to recommend his services) he was going to find something to try to get me into his classes (Which cost money). I told him my story, his mind worked overtime. What he came up with was drug dealer classes. I have to go to six. Not a great number, but as my patience for the BullShit decreases, I have to cut back everywhere I can.
So I spoke with him last night. I told him I wasn't seeing a benefit in the classes. I did not insult the participants for whom the classes were working. He looked me in the eye and told me it was a process. I have four more classes, he hasn't mentioned drug dealing, I haven't met any drug dealers, and there are 12 steps on the wall (four classes-12steps-Seven Habits-$120). I have to speak to my probation officer. (I'm declaring Shennanigans!)
I jumped the gun when I said there was nothing to learn. I hope to learn some humility. Either way, it'll all be over soon. If had took the time in October of '05, I wouldn't be having so much of mine wasted now.
Well that's that. Now back to our regular programming.
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