Boarding School In The Georgia Falls

When I was 16, I was sent to Boarding School in Tallulah Falls, Georgia, near Buckhead. Some friends and I had been going around the neighborhoods late at night for a few months during the time, and stealing **** out of unlocked cars.. so juvenile.. I know. But, that's what I was, a juvenile. Anyway, one night one of my friends grabbed a set of golf clubs out of one car and got the great idea to get up at the ***-crack of dawn the following morning, take them to Play It Again Sports and sell them. Well, I guess you can probably see just a few problems with this idea. First of all, you have to be 18 with a valid state I.D. that shows that you are. Then, you should also have proof of ownership here, being that golf clubs are expensive, they aren't stereos, and this isn't a pawn shop.. and lastly, it's 7 a.m. and you are obviously a minor.. one that hasn't had any sleep, at that. Red flags all over. Needles to say, the store did not purchase the clubs. Nor was this my last incident with a friend of mine stealing golf clubs, but that's a whole other-nother story. Anyway, the guy who had actually taken the clubs started getting a little paranoid after a week or two and decided to tell his father.. only he changed "I" stole a set of golf clubs to "they" stole and "I" happened to be spending the night there. His father informed the police, and as I and one of the other guys were at Planet Smoothie, we got a call from my brother from another mother's.. mother. I could hear her on the other end of the phone going absolutely ape ****. I looked at my friend with a look that begged, "what? And with his eye's he gave me my answer. We were ******. Being that Planet Smoothie was just 5 minutes from my house, and his was across town, and we both obviously had some "ssplainin' to do" we decided it was time to part ways and wished each other luck. When I got to my house and walked in the back door, I immediately see my mother standing in the kitchen on the phone, she begins to turn her head in my direction when I hear her say, "thank you so much, Judge. (Phheww, she already knows, at least we get to skip the whole "hey mom, I gotta tell ya something" uncomfortable part and straight to the rest of the uncomfortable parts.) Now, hearing her say "Judge" might have been scary to most people in this situation, however, for me it's a little more of a relief. I'm from a town that is very small to be as big as it has grown to be in the last 20 years. And I'm from the part of town that is the old part which is the part of town where everyone knows everyone and has for generations back and it is also where the "old money" is. This judge is not only a long time close friend of the family, but so close that he's actually a part of the family not so far back. This phone call (which if you haven't figured it out already) was extremely early for a judge to be calling, if a judge was even to call at all. This meant I was off the hook.. judicially speaking. My mother hangs up, and in a boastful, a little more lecturing than so much angry tone, starts in. "Well, so you and you're little stupid friends have been out having some fun the past few weeks, huh?" I'm thinking in my head, "yeah, but it seems like it's over now, doesn't it?" After a short pause she starts in again. "You know, you're very lucky that the judge knows you, or else you'd be in a bunch of trouble. You know, your little friends don't have the connections we have. However, he says that he will drop your name from the charges and it won't even be brought up and that I can decide the punishment for myself." "So, what is going to happen to my friends?" I ask. "Well, he says that they'll have to do PTI (Pre-Trial Intervention) before it's over with and as for you, you're going to Boarding School, luckily I've been looking into one already, anyway." FYI, Just in case you're not familiar with PTI, what this means is a **** ton of early morning community service hours picking up trash on the highway with and orange vest, restitution to the people who they actually know we stole from, and also getting to meet the people face to face that we stole from and have a little dialog about it. Anyway, so now I respond. "That's not right to my friends, for me to just get to walk away from it all and they don't, I won't do it, tell Judge that I will go to Boarding School and I will also do my PTI while I am there." I stood there in a challenging stance thinking about what a loyal and noble little badass I was, truth be told, if she wasn't so collected and actually challenged me in return, I would have folded and **** right there
ruca28 ruca28
31-35, M
2 Responses May 13, 2012

In 9th grade I was given the option of going to boarding school and turned it down. But by the end of 10th grade I could see that this might be the answer I was looking for and it was. -I loved it! I loved being more independent, became an honor student and made great friends. The public school I was attending was terrible: gang fights, students left during open lunch and never returned, counselors & teachers didn't care about students. That was in Albuquerque in the early 80's. The one thing this public school had going for it was that it had every imaginable extracurricular activity known to man. That's all it had.

Did you like boarding school when you got there? Or was it a real punishment for you? I went to boarding school in the UK when I was eleven. I did not much care for it to start with but was very happy there over the years. Much later I told some little kids that I had been to boarding school, 'Had you been naughty?' they asked.