I Was A Troubled Teen And Reform School Was The Only Thing That Could Help Me

By Author: John Cory
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When I was a teenager, I was a prime candidate for reform school. My family was always extremely loving to me when I was growing up, but I still ended up in trouble. I was born and raised in a little town in Idaho that only had a few hundred people living in it. Everybody drinks where I come from; it's part of the culture. From the moment I entered high school, I spent my weekends with a cold beer in my hand.

Beer is relatively harmless, but after a while, I began finding myself drinking hard liquor more and more. I tried my first shot of whiskey when my cousin Wally brought some in a flask to a keg party. I ended up really hammered and blacked out under a table when I spent the rest of the night. I should have taken some time to re-evaluate my life and my habits, but I didn't.

I didn't stick to whiskey, though, and I so moved on to tequila and whatever else I could find during a party. Eventually, I was drinking most mornings, even arriving at school intoxicated more than once. My family tried to get me to speak to them about what was going on, but I ignored their attempts to assist because they wanted ...
... to send me to reform school.

As bad as it was, though, booze was the least of my difficulties. At a different party about a year after I had started drinking hard liquor, someone, I don't even remember who, provided some cocaine. I was just a foolish kid, so I didn't ever think that it was a bad idea. My spare moments consisted of sleeping, drinking, and trying to get a hold of drugs. I was in wretched shape and my memories of that time are very unclear.

Somehow, I got through high school and surprisingly into college, I fit right in with the hard partying crowd and was wasted nearly every night. Needless to say, I flunked out after the first month. I was in terribly bad shape, and my life was really at rock bottom. I was in such bad shape that everyone I knew got together for an intervention that put me in my place and prompted my transformation. It took a while, but I at last, am no longer a slave to drugs and booze. I just can't help suspecting that if I had been put in a reform school, one of those that is like a therapeutic boarding school, I would have been able to save myself a lot of grief and sorrow.
More details can be acknowledged if you click on reform school and also schools for troubled girls. Just want to extend my gratitude to Marvin N. Hanrahan for all the assistance in the fulfillment of the subject.