Growing up, nothing scared me more than getting in enough trouble that I'd be sent to juvenile hall. I remember in sixth grade I forgot to bring a book for sustained silent reading. The teacher sent me home with a negative notice (a pussified version of a detention). I thought to myself, "Holy shit! My parents are gonna kill me! What's next? Juvie?"Thinking back, it seems strange that I'd be so scared of a place that sounded so happy. I mean, "juvie" doesn't sound threatening at all. It sounds like "groovy". It sounds like a place with a lot of bright colors and balloons and arcade games and pizza parties. Come to think of it, it probably was and I fucking missed out.
I blame you, Nancy Reagan. You and your "Just Say No" horseshit lies.
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I heard that you can play musical chairs EVERYDAY!
The school for bad kids was called S.A.L.T. That's kinda scary, huh?
All children should be sent to Juvie - and do time until the teen period ends. Yeah, Juvie chain gang - that would be ideal.
My early adulthood roommate worked in juvie, and after hearing her stories I'd rather go to jail with Martha Stewart.
I went to juvie. Biggest waste of time. But it taught me not to get caught again.
I just used Groovy to rhyme with Juvie in a poem the other day.
Fabulous.
My son's obsessed with juvie right now. I'm wondering if that means it's something he's striving for.
I got a couple cousins doing the Juvie thing. They're having a blast! Man, did I miss out.
Just the mention of "Juvie" makes me behave!!
Happy Friday!
- Jennifer
In Chicago the Cook County Juvenile Detention Center is referred to still as "the Audie Home" and I've never been able to find out why.
Oh, I hear ya - I got caught by a teacher wandering the halls with a boy I had a crush on when I had claimed I was going to go to the bathroom. I was in mortal terror for like two months afterwards, constantly afraid the teacher would call my parents and my Dad would either kill me or send me somewhere boot-campish to get me in line.
The teacher never ratted me out though.
And here's hoping my Dad doesn't read your blog!! :-)
We didn't have enough money in our small town for a Juvie center. So they just put us into a thunderdome place and we had to fight our way out.
Heals- Welcome! I knew it was all a scam!
Ha ha... I thought of Sass' son when I saw this post. I wonder if that's a bad sign? (lol... sorry, Sass)
you know you can still be sent there
I learned to love salisbury steak in juvie.
(Kidding!)
I'll let you know all about Juvie... I'm pretty sure one of my sons is headed there any day now (I'm not even kidding).
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