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rogers, take two-schedule

The schedule is wild and takes a while to get used to. Basically you're just led around by RC’s and just go with the flow. But, from what I remember...

6:00 AM allowed out of rooms

7:15 AM first prompt 2 get up

7:30 AM second prompt 2 get up

7:45 AM mindfulness

8:00 AM breakfast

8:30 AM either go to school or wait upstairs for BS (CBT)

9:00 AM CBT group

10:30 AM snack

10:45 AM switch... school or CBT group

11:30 AM first assignment time

12:30 PM lunch

1:00 PM DBT group

2:00? 2:30? PM second assignment time

3:30 PM snack

3:45 PM free time

4:45 PM third assignment time

5:30 PM dinner

6:00 PM check in & mindfulness

6:30 PM free time/phone calls begin

8:30 PM phone calls end

9:00 PM room time

10:00 PM lights out

the only part I'm not completely sure about is in italics

on weekends, it’s different but that’s expected because of passes and large chunks of free time basically its get up, breakfast, mindfulness (& check in?), assignment time, free time, lunch, free time, assignment time, dinner, check in & mindfulness, free time, room time, lights out. room time starts at 9:30 PM instead, and lights out is at 10:30 PM.

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rogers storytime #1

Okay I JSUT remembered this oh my god!!!! 

Belongings check is something everyone had to go through but one past rez who I was very close to didn't know there was going to be a belongings check. 

The RC was going through his clothes and patting them down, and past rez Special Sausage (please don't ask) had to awkwardly interrupt him and warn him about one of the books he brought. It was called “An Idiot’s Guide to Growing Marijuana.” Very appropriate for the rodge lodge. 

Later, when he was taking meds, he saw the book in the trash can and coughed so loudly the nurse thought something was wrong with his lungs. He told me he couldn't believe that the RC had just dumped it in the trash and not taken it somewhere else where he couldn't reach it.

Of course, I asked him why he brought it. Special Sausage said “Oh, just for some light reading, I guess. I’m not really sure why I thought it would be allowed in a drug-free hospital though.” 

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rogers, take one- “my first day”

I kinda just want to spill out all the shit I did at roger’s (granted, it was good shit. some mending shit. depression-away shit.) however I can, so whatever comes to mind first is going here. I guess I’ll just keep on adding on.

This title sounds like some tiny child going to school for the first time, but nope! It’s me going to the mental hospital. 

I stayed in Oconomowoc (im not fucking kidding this is where rogers is located) for a night because my dad and I flew in from the west coast. My admission was scheduled for the next day at 10 am. I did not sleep, and continued giving into depressive behaviors and stayed up until 2 am on my phone. Iconic. 

I shit you not, my dad and I ubered to the hospital. There is nothing, and I mean nothing more uncomfortable than having some random middle aged white man talk to me about going to the hospital and saying “It’s okay I know ALL about Roger’s, I totally understand.” It’s not a bad thing to go to a mental hospital but this dude was not having it. He was determined to convince himself that I was the saddest little kid he’d ever met, and was reluctant to go away form my parents (incorrect, btw. i was actually kinda rly excited in a weird ass way). So, he sucked. 

Once we got there, we were directed to a waiting room where we sat around for ten minutes. Some lady came to get us and then I was re-asked all of the admission assessment questions (i guess to see if i was faking it maybe) and then took me up to the third floor, which is where FOCUS adolescent is. Well, the west wing is, which was where I was. There’s now an east wing program that’s basically the same thing because Roger’s has too many depressed kids asking to go to FOCUS, I guess. Okay, so on the third floor we went to a room down the hallway (its called the second day room) and my dad and I got to have some nice wonderful talks with my therapist (terrifying), my behavioral specialist (i didn't remember him until two days l8tr) and my psychologist (eh. not bad.). I think the residential nurse was also there? Probably. This took like two hours and then they gave us lunch-which was unfortunately the best sandwich I would get here. After lunch, an RC did my belongings check (they go thru everything it is so uncomfortable but u just gotta sit with it and stare as they take ur nice underwear, feel it up and carefully fold it on the side) and then I was told my dad had to leave and to hug him goodbye. 

It was a Wednesday, which meant outing day, so me and this other new admit who had came before sat around in the main day room for four hours and did some nice boring activities. Like puzzles or reading. For future reference, this admit is past rez BFG. 

I’m not gonna lie, the rest of a day is a blur. I was completely caught up with the fact that my life had become this bad, to the point where I was in mental hospital. Lunch and dinner sucked since I didn’t know anyone. I can’t really remember much of after dinner besides what usually happens, but I do remember an RC having me and couple other residents play the game exploding kittens. I demolished all of them by pure luck and past rez Tiny Fury thought I was going to be dangerous by the way I talked during the game (very aggressively). 

My room was a single converted into a double, but both beds were open so I was alone. The first night I cried and tried to find my phone out of habit. Eventually I slept, but it was a gross ass night. Also, I totally didn’t know the schedule so everything was confusing as hell and I didn’t know when I was supposed to sleep or wake up so I turned off my light immediately. When I woke up, circa de 5:30, I got dressed right away and waited for someone to knock on my door or something because I was afraid the alarms were gonna go off. The noc shift guy stuck his head in and was very surprised when he saw me sitting there, fully clothed and starting at the door. 

The first day is always the worst, ngl. It’s a horrible day for any new admit even when you are a social butterfly because you still have to figure out everyone else. Don’t expect too much, I guess? It’ll kinda suck either way, but I swear it gets better. 

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dress code

 Vermont Academy....I was so excited to get in since I didn’t get into a different boarding school (lmao too late. i did technically apply literally one week b4 so i can't rly blame them). The thing I really liked about the other school was that the dress code was casual, and you were allowed to wear shirts and jeans. 

I’m kinda salty because I discovered this maybe five hours ago with my therapist in session, and since I didn't know anything about boarding schools (ya girl came straight outta roger’s and was told by her therapist there that boarding schools would b good 4 her. i’ve never looked at a boarding school b4 tht, so i didn't know jack shit) I realized that I have a formal dress code involving things that I never wear: 

Dresses and skirts of appropriate length!

I own maybe like one dress and it’s not an appropriate length or modest enough. Also, every skirt I own could possibly be deemed slutty and I’m pretty proud of my mid thigh skirts. 

Blouses, dress shirts, collared shirts, turtlenecks, tailored cotton tops, sweaters and all must have an appropriate neckline

Okay so I’m from the west coast, where  no one dresses preppy or conservative. I own a total of one blouse (i hate it lmfao), zero dress shirts, a few collared shirts because I like collars. I have never worn them here so I guess they’re being put to use now. I have one really thin turtleneck, zero “tailored cotton tops” but I’m really hoping that just means “nicer shirt.” I was saved in sweaters though, I’ve got like five. It’s all good. 

Dress pants, slacks, leggings, khakis, capris, skorts (my DUMB ASS saw at least 4!!!! skorts that I liked on depop, but thought i would nvr wear them!!!!! you were wrong, bitch!), corduroys, and shorts of appropriate length

I have ZERO DRESS PANTS-SLACKS-KHAKIS-CAPRIS-anything. (i’m side eyeing skorts now......r they my new best friend? time will tell). Corduroys, (i didn't know what the fuck was a corduroy until i looked it up & realized i was right-i don't own any) well, messed up my style and I never liked them. Shorts of appropriate length makes me so mad since all my shorts are probably too short (what even is 2 short????? u can bet ur ass that my aa high waisted shorts r 2 short. probably all of them xcxpt 4 2). But thank god I own two shorts that are slightly longer. 

Shoes

I’m not really pissed about this. I love sneakers and I don’t have sandals.

Well-groomed hair 

If I get hit with a depression spell, this will be bad. 

My roommate better know the dress code better than I do...also, we have to wear it essentially everywhere. It’s called classroom dress, but it’s not really just the classroom. Whenever you’re outside your dorm room or off campus you can dress however, but as soon as you step on Vermont Academy soil, you gotta be preppy af.