Objective 8, Book 4b

I didn’t sneak out and go to the barn. As tempted as I was, I would not want to get Dominic kicked out of here. If I got caught I would likely endure a week long ethics cycle. However, because he is an intern, he might get transferred or simply terminated. I can’t be responsible for that. Today is a new day. Buster and I are on Objective 8 now. We have managed to get through our Objectives faster than most. Buster insists it is because I have manifested blows. I can already see his desire for me to manifest another one.

“Come on Buster. Let’s just do this,” I instruct.

“Look at that chair,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Walk over to that chair.” Buster complies. “Thank you.”

“Touch that chair,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Hold it still.”

“Did you hold it still?” I ask.

“Yes,” he responds.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge.

“Look at that window,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Walk over to that window.” Buster complies. “Thank you.”

“Touch that window,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Hold it still.”

“Did you hold it still?” I ask.

“Yes,” he responds.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge.

“I have a cog,” he claims.

“Good,” I acknowledge, while placing the clipboard on a podium.

“I realize that I have the ability to hold onto things or let go of things,” he cogs.

“Great,” I acknowledge.

“Look at that water cooler,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Walk over to that water cooler.” Buster complies. “Thank you.”

“Touch that water cooler,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Hold it still.”

“Did you hold it still?” I ask.

“Yes,” he responds.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge.

“I have another cog,” he claims.

“Okay,” I acknowledge.

“I realize that I have an affinity with the things I hold onto in life,” he cogs. “Also, I have an affinity with my twin.”

“Good,” I acknowledge, as I write down his cognition.

“Look at that partition,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Walk over to that partition.” Buster complies. “Thank you.”

“Touch that partition,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Hold it still.”

“Did you hold it still?” I ask.

“Yes,” he responds.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge.

“Look at that podium,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Walk over to that podium.” Buster complies. “Thank you.”

“Touch that podium,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Hold it still.”

“Did you hold it still?” I ask.

“Yes,” he responds.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge.

“I have another cog,” he confesses.

“Alright,” I acknowledge.

“I realize that there are some things in life not worth holding on to,” he cogs.

“Good,” I acknowledge.

“I have another cog,” he suggests.

“Alright,” I acknowledge.

“I realize that when you are on drugs you can’t hold anything still,” he cogs.

“Good,” I acknowledge.

“Walk over to that Liz,” Justice commands. Misty walks over to me.

“Touch that Liz,” Justice commands.

Misty laughs and pokes my arm.

We all laugh together. However, Makayla is not amused.

“Buster, Liz, Justice, Misty, stop enturbulating each other’s sessions!” She instructs.

We get back to drilling our individual objectives. The buzz in the room of all the sets of twins on different objectives can sometimes be too much. There are a few students here doing their sauna hattings. The book 4a students are doing their TRs. I remember how difficult it was to do my TRs in this room with all the distraction and people purposely trying to mess you up.

“Look at that bookcase,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Walk over to that bookcase.” Buster complies. “Thank you.”

“Touch that bookcase,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Hold it still.”

“Did you hold it still?” I ask.

“Yes,” he responds.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge.

“Look at that heroin hound,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Walk over to that heroin hound.” Buster complies. “Thank you.”

“Touch that heroin hound,” I command. Buster complies.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge. “Hold it still.”

“Did you hold it still?” I ask.

“Yes,” he responds.

“Thank you,” I acknowledge.

“I have a cog,” he suggests.

“Alrighty,” I acknowledge.

“I realize that I have the ability to let go of things in my life that are not worth holding onto anymore, like drugs,” he cogs.

“Good,” I acknowledge.

“Alright everyone start ending your sessions. Get your twins into VGIs (very good indicators) and lets get ready for lunch,” Kentucky instructs.

“Wow this session went by pretty quickly,” Buster suggests.

“You think so?” I ask. “I am so done with these stupid things.”

After the paperwork is completed and handed in, we are allowed to step outside and smoke a cigarette. We can’t smoke while in session. Of course, we take advantage in the bathrooms at our scheduled bathroom breaks. However, it’s not the same to puff on a butt two or three times versus actually being able to sit down and smoke an entire smoke.

Aiden pulls up with the van and we all climb in. I plug my ear phones in. I know we will sit here for a minute because Aiden has to visit with Kentucky. She brings out the folders and they exchange playful banter. They are an adorable couple. Their interactions always make me laugh.

Once off the van, we corral into the course room. I don’t know why we have to report to the course room before getting into the lunch line, but we do it nonetheless. Stormy is throwing pens at a cup holder on the desk. This is one of his favorite ways to pass time. I have seen him make it in a few times, but most the time the pens bounce off and go flying all over the room.

“Alright guys go to lunch,” he instructs.

There is a race to the lunch line daily. I have participated in running to the front of the line on cheeseburger days, but for the most part, I walk with the crowds. I still believe that it should be ladies first, but not once has any of the male students made that offer. Chivalry may not be dead, but it does not exist here on the mountain, with the exception of Rome. I will never forget Rome defending me against Vinny too Skinny. When he stood between us and told Vinny not to talk to women that way, in his deep, sultry voice, I was like damn. He’s a good man and I am glad him and Coco are together. She deserves to be treated with respect. I love that girl.

Vinny too Skinny is long gone now. Unfortunately I missed him leaving because I was at the doctors, but I was told he made quite the exit. After punching a hole in the wall of the Objectives course room for attention, he was issued an ethics cycle. I remember him raking leaves by the office, as I headed down their to find out who was driving us to the doctor and if we were taking the van or the Kia. He made some snarky comment about how he could handle an ethics cycle and laughed like what he had done was hilarious. I went to the doctor, which was an all day adventure and by the time I got back, he was gone.

While I was off receiving confusing news by the doctor about how I had no signs of Hepatitis C, despite having been diagnosed with it before the sauna portion of my program, he apparently threw a huge temper tantrum and refused to complete his ethics cycle. He packed his bags and left. Needless to say, the center has been so much more enjoyable without him!

“I wonder what’s for lunch,” Hayden says.

“Probably crap,” Keisha laughs.

“No kidding. I swear to God they are trying to fatten us up,” I suggest.

All three of us have gained a significant amount of weight upon eating here and agree about this. As we make our way into the kitchen, our speculations are made true. They are serving greasy grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. I have no idea how much fat content is in the sandwiches. However, I know they throw a wad of lard on the grill and that is why it takes 15 napkins to soak up the grease off the bread before I can eat them without getting sick.

“Grease destroys my digestive track,” I confess, while soaking it from my sandwiches with a pile of paper towels.

“At least we are done drinking Cal-Mag,” Keisha laughs. “Right Liz!”

I can’t help but burst into laughter at the memories I have with consuming Narconon’s Cal-Mag drink. Every single time I drank that cocktail I became ill. Some people, like the meat heads, voluntarily drink it. Apparently it doesn’t cause everyone to piss out of their assholes. They allege that it helps with sore joints and aching muscles. However, I never noticed it helping my body do anything other than expelling everything I had eaten that day, rapidly and painfully.

After lunch we make our way out to the table by the pool and chain smoke for the remainder of our break. There are only so many places to go here and not much else to do. I notice I smoke a lot more cigarettes here than I ever have before in life. On top of it, I bought a vapor pen from Emma Chadwick and I got juice from Gavrill. So in between cigarettes, I puff away on my vapor. Ryan, Derek, Tarantula and the boys are all bull shitting about their programs. Keisha and Noah are flirting and laughing together. Hayden and I are sharing earbuds to my iPod and observing the people around us. I let Hayden DJ and laugh when she plays one of our favorite songs. We have sung this together on the bench before. However, today we just listen to it and giggle. We mimic some dance moves with each other, but only we know what we are listening to. I love Hayden. Her and Keisha have become more like sisters to me than just friends. It is crazy how you can be part of a group, but off in your own world with them oblivious to what you are doing. Today Hayden and I are Genies in a bottle and laughing about it…

Today’s Theme Song- Christina Aguilera- Genie In A Bottle

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