You'd need more than an educational psychologist to explain why you'd go back to PNG after some of the stuff some of us experienced in our childhood. It seemed to be an unwritten expectation that we would eventually get back to NTM.
Graduate after graduate would get up and get up on the stage and thank their wonderful parents, their wonderful dorm parents, the wonderful Finnamores, their wonderful teachers and God. And I'd be thinking, oh please let me get out of this place before I have to start telling lies publicly. Even the worst behaved MK would have a reconversion experience just before graduation and there they would stand on stage, tears rolling down their sincere faces telling how they had been so bad, but now it all made sense and they were off to Bible School to do what God was going to reveal to them. God, my foot! We all knew if we didn't do that routine voluntarily, Jim Finnamore would pull the personal file he had on you and write what you were going to say, just like the creep said he would. And there would be Jim sitting there smirking, knowing he'd ruined another kids brain and taken away their free will, so they did exactly what his perverted mind wanted them to. As for thanking the wonderful dormparents, what sort of MK would stand up at graduation and thank the likes of Jim Given for caring for them so much? Only someone who was to scared to say anything else or terribly naive and blind. The pervert molested little girl after little girl, beat the locals and peddaled his rascist crap with no shame whatsoever. Then there were the lovely teachers, frustrated women who beat the living daylights out of kids, while pining them over the nearest objects. Good old Althea Lawrence who beat kids for decades, why on earth would you thank that old witch.
And yet there was that magic formula, if you wanted to graduate, you had to thank all these perverts publicly and reveal how God was going to use you. And NTM wonders why some of us got out of there and never ever wanted to go back!
Simple, because we saw it for what it was, an awful place to grow up, where you learnt to lie just to get out of the place in one piece!
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