Apple School, The Beginning and a little perspective.

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Butch

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Post Tue Nov 25, 2008 12:49 am

Apple School, The Beginning and a little perspective.

Hi,

Some of my memories about dates may be off, but I ran everything past my mom for a little adult memory side of it, and we agree I'm pretty close. So here goes:

I attended school at the first Montessori school where Bonnie was a teacher. I can truly say she's one of the kindest people I remember. My brother Dee and our best friend Paul King attended. Paul's dad was dating my mom. We lived in the same apt. building across the street from LA org. I broke a chalk board on Paul's face over something I thought he said at that first school. We were best friends before and more so thereafter. He got even at Apple School many years later when he managed to hit me twice in a row in the head with direct line drives. It was hilarious. Even I had to laugh. I tried to teach Dee to swing a bat and he knocked me out cold at Apple School too. Boys will be boys. I've never played baseball since.

At the Montessori School, I was 5 or 6, my brother was 4 or 5. I was nothing but trouble. My imagination for trouble made me a leader right away. We used to walk up to the magic shop on hollywood blvd whenever we could manage to run away. Pornography was everywhere and we were fascinated to say the least. I kissed a girl for the first time in a tree behind the school. My heart swelled and I knew love. I thought.

When Bonnie first opened Apple School, there was an interim school/space called Theta Power we went to for a short while just before the big move.

We attended Apple School from the day it opened, all three of us. My brother and I were students number 28 and 29 of 30. My mom remembers that distinctly, though she may be wrong. I don't know what number Paul was. Another entry said there were only 15 students to start. That might have been the case at Theta Power, but not at Apple School. I'd like to know if I'm wrong.

I attended till the 6th grade. Reality check time:

First: there were drugs on campus. I know that first hand. Weed, acid and booze. If you want to argue about it, I can tell you who was experimenting and who was selling and you can ask them yourself. Most of the smoking was done in the bushes just above the entry drive. Sexual experimentation was happening too. Older boys and younger girls. A short coming of putting several grades together all day.

Second: everyone I knew was incredibly well intentioned. My teachers were Bonnie, Barbara and John. They were some of the kindest people I've ever known. Bonnie washed out my mouth with soap for cussing at the Montessori School, Barbara bought me pumpkin pie at the House of Pies when my hamster died, and John taught me to throw and catch a ball. My dad was MIA. I still love these people and thank them for giving me the opportunity to see there are good and kind people out there. I think of them often. Barbara was my first serious crush. She's lucky I left the school or I'd have proposed to her at 12 years of age.

Third: my education there was useless. I left the school six or seven years later, illiterate and incapable of doing basic math. In their defense, I spoke english as a second language, and I was dyslexic, ADD and just a handful of trouble. I taught myself to read at thirteen by using a mirror. The common diagnosis now for my list of issues is Bipolar. It took a while to figure myself out and Scientology didn't help at all. I sleep less than three hours a night and am never fatigued, and if I'm not studying, I'm getting in trouble. I'm 42. I now speak 5 languages and sing opera professionally. It took me one year of study to get my first job singing in a major theater in Germany. So I wasn't stupid. I was just a pain in the ass at time when no one knew what to do with a kid who doesn't sleep and is under challenged by college classes a year after he learns to read at 13. Nevertheless, I left Apple School illiterate and as ignorant of the world as a rodent in a lab cage. And I could only speak "scientology." The public school kids thought I was from Mars. In public school I was put into classes for the "slow." So much did I learn at Apple School. By the tenth grade in public school, I was in nothing but AP classes.

Fourth: The people running and teaching at Apple School were overtaxed and overworked trying to figure out how to keep the school open while teaching class and looking for more money. Any short comings on their part I would now attribute to being human. We grew up hearing about the cash flow problem all the time. Maybe they didn't notice we were listening. Maybe I was always listening and watching because I had nothing else to do.

Fifth: The Tech always came second to human kindness for the first few years. I remember that when Barbara became Ethics officer, things changed. Crazy stuff was going on all the time and no one knew exactly how to handle it all. They were trying to get things under control and they did what made the most sense. I don't hold it against them. They were under the impression it was a greater kindness to treat us like little scientologists first and kids second. But it didn't start that way.

Sixth: Some people lived in a fantasy world where everything was just wonderful. But the fact is kids were getting raped and molested all around them, drugs were everywhere, and it only got worse. Some kids were doing sexual favors for cash. This was all happening at the LA Org, Asho not so much, CC on 8th street and especially the Manor. Apple School was a safer place and the predators were the older boys and a few sickos who lived near the school. Anyone remember the flasher? He didn't just flash. I know that first hand too.

Seventh: the drugs got worse. Amongst the kids I went to school with, I kept in touch with some of them. Cocaine became the drug of choice by the 80's. I was at parties where it was being used. These kids were the golden children of the CoS revolution, their parents were moving up and a few were talking about alternatives and a way to improve the situation within the Church.

Those are just a few things that come to mind. I've read other entries, and I can tell you that everything I'm saying I know first hand. Apple School was basically a good place run by good people. But please don't assume it was safer, better or nicer. Bullies still got away with alot.

I think I see things a little differently because I was there as the perpetual outsider. I was hispanic and people didn't know it once my accent was gone. Racism and prejudice were rampant, especially at the Manor. On top of that, I was immunized against the cult pretty early.

First of all, my english wasn't that good so logic of it all never made much sense. The other, and main reason is that I was being raped by my baby sitters right next door to CC as my mom and her handlers played with clay. I would show up at CC dirty and zoned out, and these all powerful and all knowing supervisers would tell my mom what they could see was obviously wrong. I was down stat, stuck in the dreck of my own doing or the lack there of. I needed TR's. And when I'd cry because closing my eyes make me see bad images of things I'd just gone through, they'd lecture me on that. They'd force me, coerce me and tell my mom it was helping me. They would preach to a little boy about bull baiting while his ass bled from being fucked by a bunch of teenage boys next door just a half hour ago. They were soooo sure of themselves. The cuts on my knees were from horse play and just plain being out of control. They actually believed they knew me. And the more they talked, the more I new it was all bullshit. Not one person asked me a single question they hadn't already decided how I should answer. I started predicting how I should answer and did what was expected of me. When Evon Jenzich came to CC to speak and ordain my mom along with a bunch of others, the adoration was just sickening to a kid who knew he was invisible. I was introduced to Evon. I wished for her to notice me, to see me, so save me from what was happening. I didn't dare say a word because the supervisers had already told me it was all my fault anyway. I thought she's be able to see me, to know how bad it was. But she saw nothing and that was the last nail in the coffin for CoS for me. I knew they knew nothing.

If it weren't so sad it'd be hilarious. That experience was the best thing that could have happened to me. Sounds nasty, but it's easier to get over being gang raped than being a true believer. I've been both. I believed for a while. I even wrote L Ron Hubbard to ask if I became OT would I be able to turn invisible. Can you believe he said yes? Even I knew he was delusional. I never trusted anyone in scientology completely because not a one could see the rape thing written all over me. I trusted no one and nothing. I just did my time and got out when I could. Resistance was futile. But it still nearly cost me my life many times in the years to come. You think you're over being brainwashed and find out you're wrong. Assumptions never investigated remain, laying in wait till something happens and you react without thinking and realize afterwards it was there from the dear CoS. Machiavelli would be proud of you L Ron.

I didn't realize how much Apple School meant to me till I found this site. At Apple School I was treated kindly in an often unkind world. I thank the good people and pity those who behaved badly.

Thank you for creating this site. I appreciate the ones who share for the benefit of those who cannot. I cried writing this, but I will cry less next time. We heal and life moves on.
I'll take drugs over religion any day of the week.
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Jasmina

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Post Fri Nov 28, 2008 8:52 pm

Thanks for taking the time to write all this out. It can't have been easy.

I know a second generation Scientologist and a first generaton Scientologist, and I'm trying to understand where they are coming from with their beliefs. I'm in the L.A. area, so there are a lot of high profile CoS'ers out here.

I'm sorry that you had to endure the bad stuff, but I'm glad there were also good people there for you.
My father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light
He slept with a mermaid one fine night
Out of that union, there came three...
A porpoise and a porgy and the other was ME!
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Butch

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Post Fri Nov 28, 2008 9:35 pm

Good memories

I'm glad I wrote it. My good memories were dumped together with the bad. Less so now. I can now think back on that time and smile. That's a first.
I'll take drugs over religion any day of the week.
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snoflower

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Post Sun Mar 15, 2009 8:20 pm

theta power school

My sister Cindy and I (Inge) went to theta power school in 1970-1971, I think that I might remember you. I recall that we used to use pastels to paint the construction site barricates down the road. That place was sure unsafe! It was in a storefront at one time, and the science lesson was for the little children to watch a snake killing and eating a mouse. It was horrifying for them. My family rented a house owned by Julia Salmon, and survived the earthquake. The neighborhood was terrible, even back then I remember drive by shootings, pedophiles, police chases.

We are doing well now, have husbands, children, gradchildren, I am a Registered Nurse (my favorite book at Theta Power was of Sphyllis symptoms), although I whish that I could have been a MD, it was hard enough to become a RN, my parents were convinved that I had "joined the enemy". The hardest part of nursing school was Psych nursing, untilI realized that Psych nursing really did deal with sick people, and that we are there to help people who would otherwise be dead or marginalized.

So not all the memories are bad, we somehow survived, and have done well with our lives.
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snoflower

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Post Sun Mar 15, 2009 8:36 pm

theta power school

I remember the flasher, he followed my sister and I home one day, and flashed us, and kept following us. We were terrified, and I kept wishing I knew someone in the neighborhood to turn to, I was so frightened that he would find out where we lived. We had a big husky dog, and I thing that might have been a deterrent.

I remember another pedophile who picked up kids walking home offering them a ride, I guess I was lucky I got away. There was an art store near the LA org which tried to lure my sister and I into kiddy porn, showed us pictures of naked children and told us we could earn some money. It was the store where the Org bought plasticine for Clay table.

Our parents were so out to lunch, all they cared about was "freeing the planet" never mind keeping the little ones safe. I never told my parents, I knew it would somehow become my fault anyway.
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Greedyone

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Post Mon Apr 06, 2009 11:43 pm

I remember you Butch. Yes you were a handful. You had such a mophead.
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Butch

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Post Mon Jul 27, 2009 8:42 pm

Greedyone wrote:I remember you Butch. Yes you were a handful. You had such a mophead.


Hmmm, but do I remember you?
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Post Mon Nov 15, 2010 6:24 am

Butch wrote:
Greedyone wrote:I remember you Butch. Yes you were a handful. You had such a mophead.


Hmmm, but do I remember you?


No you wouldn't Butch. I was older than you and your brother.

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