Lol...it was WORSE on audio...which was the way I endured it the most...shiver
All of us staring at the same stupid posters...like they were so enlightening....bu tts sore...dying for a cig....
I must have taken it a minimal of 25 times...and yeah I faked the enthusiasm as well...after the 3rd or 4th time of taking the class....I quit trying to figure out why I didn`t *get* it...I kept taking it over and over...thinking that was the key to spirituality and having my eyes enlightened....I brought new folks and told THEM it was great too...because THATS what a spiritually mature person did.
I never DID get it...just hyped it up cause I wanted to be spiritual too.
And if you were a "volunteer" on the crew of a piffle class, it was even worse.
I was the chart-flipper for one piffle class, I forget if it was just for a few sessions or if it was for the whole thing.
One session I had great difficulty staying awake. And that's not such a good thing when you are being stared at by 30 people. I pumped 4 cups of coffee during that 10 minute break!
Another session, there was a sickth corpse grad among the attendees, St*ve Kunkl*, and he was trying to get me to crack up. So finally he put his index finger up to (but not in) his nostril, circled it around as if he was in there digging for gold, and made a big circle with his arm, finally ending up with his index finger and imaginary booger in his mouth. It was all I could do not to wet my pants in front of the class - I dashed out of there so fast, ran outside, and just lost it.
I can't remember a time when I was on the crew where I didn't almost fall asleep during one session or another.
1979-80: probably another four times, crew again every time; two of them ran in my house
1980-81: WOW year - one class (we were pitiful) - I think only two of the "new students were "witnessed to" by our WOW family - the other five were duped by the WOWvets and locals before we got there mid-year
1981-82: three - coordinated one
1982-83: once - then took an extended TWI break
1990-91: once - my oldest son was in the class, six out of eight people were children of grads
1991-92: No classes run in Nebraska
1992-93: No classes run in Nebraska
1993-94: Twice. My second oldest son was in the first one, but we had to drive to Omaha for it. The second was run by the WOWs; I had a guy in it that I was "undershepherding", and had to get a dispensation from the Trunk office or maybe the archangel Michael to have him in the class
1994-95: Three times. The last year of PFAL in TWI. Was Assistant Coordiantor twice. The final one ended just days before we all left for the ROA.
What's that, twenty?
We were usually, if not always, told that there was always more in the class to learn. After a while I figured I must be dense, or unspiritual, or something to be missing the new stuff that I should be seeing. By the tenth or twelfth time I started straining at gnats looking for stuff, and coming up with new slants on things out of the air.
Funny, I usually saw the "actual arrors", and other goofs in PFAL, but either convinced myself that there was more to it than I was seeing, or excused them somehow.
The three-hour long sessions were rough on most people, but were defended by all as the "best" way to do it; of course until WayAP came along and the sessions were shortned to two hours.
In my opinion, the best way to take PFAL is at a one-week camp surrounded by beautiful sweet-smelling peaceful mother nature with not a care or worry in the world.
Once I somehow recollected them all and it came up to 25 times. That doesn't include sessions I sat through separately.
One time we were running a class in a townhouse I was living in and our next door neighbor came over to complain about the noise he was hearing from our house which was "the same voice going on and on." Yup, that says it.
owww my butt hurts....here I go my eyes can't stay open....oooh here comes a joke, gotta laugh...when's the break so I can get 10 minutes of freedom... my that plant in the corner has a yellow leaf that needs to be plucked out...there go my eylids again............................................................
17 times with my rump plunked in a folding chair from the first second to the last! Once on the floor in an overflow room in the July heat...and more times than I can count when I was on a crew and popped in and out of the classroom. My middle name was coffee cans and styrofoam cups.
I lost track after 35-but it's easily over 40, and of course it was better everytime, as I always heard something I never heard before, and was more spiritually mature.
Actually, I can't believe I sat through those 4 hour evenings night after night after night, struggling to stay awake, and as often as not just being there in the name of 'grad support', as the boredom of the class was preferable to the rantings of that year's leader.
Let's see, at 12 sessions per class (15 for several years, thank you) ,with 40 classes being a conservative estimate, that comes to a minimum of500 nights listening to the same class.... WHAT THE HECK WERE WE DOING!!!
Oh well, he hasn't cracked up yet-in the automobile.
The great Greek, Hebrew and Aramaic scholar Wierwille, when holding forth on acrostic psalms, tells us that the first four letters of the Hebrew alphabet are alpha, beta, gamma, delta...
Oh Goey, I remember that spiritualizing BS. It still nauseates me today.
I took that damn class wayyyyyy too many times. I took it 7 times my WOW year because we ran that many. Now ask me how many of those at least 49 people stuck around? They were the smart ones....
I don't know about you all, but drinking coffee out of used styrofoam cups was about the grossest thing I had to endure. We must have been pretty desperate for the caffeine. I remember some of the cups had bite marks. Some had lipstick..
Even with your own cup, the coffee usually tasted like it had been sitting on the burner for about 3 days, after being strained through a pair of dirty underpants.
I recall, during one of those mercilessly short 10 minute breaks...the new students were standing together telling jokes...I stepped forward and told them this joke..."What did Spock see when he looked into the commode?...the captains log!" :D--> I thought it was pretty funny (still do)...the corp leader overheard me and took me aside...he REAMED ME OUT ROYALY! Took away my position as "assistant class coordinator", and told me that I had a serious "problem". I think back on all that stuff now and I just shake my head and laugh.
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excathedra
and how 'bout christoph stoop ?
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Lol...it was WORSE on audio...which was the way I endured it the most...shiver
All of us staring at the same stupid posters...like they were so enlightening....bu tts sore...dying for a cig....
I must have taken it a minimal of 25 times...and yeah I faked the enthusiasm as well...after the 3rd or 4th time of taking the class....I quit trying to figure out why I didn`t *get* it...I kept taking it over and over...thinking that was the key to spirituality and having my eyes enlightened....I brought new folks and told THEM it was great too...because THATS what a spiritually mature person did.
I never DID get it...just hyped it up cause I wanted to be spiritual too.
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And if you were a "volunteer" on the crew of a piffle class, it was even worse.
I was the chart-flipper for one piffle class, I forget if it was just for a few sessions or if it was for the whole thing.
One session I had great difficulty staying awake. And that's not such a good thing when you are being stared at by 30 people. I pumped 4 cups of coffee during that 10 minute break!
Another session, there was a sickth corpse grad among the attendees, St*ve Kunkl*, and he was trying to get me to crack up. So finally he put his index finger up to (but not in) his nostril, circled it around as if he was in there digging for gold, and made a big circle with his arm, finally ending up with his index finger and imaginary booger in his mouth. It was all I could do not to wet my pants in front of the class - I dashed out of there so fast, ran outside, and just lost it.
I can't remember a time when I was on the crew where I didn't almost fall asleep during one session or another.
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- 1977-78: once
- 1978-79: maybe four times, on the crew each time
- 1979-80: probably another four times, crew again every time; two of them ran in my house
- 1980-81: WOW year - one class (we were pitiful) - I think only two of the "new students were "witnessed to" by our WOW family - the other five were duped by the WOWvets and locals before we got there mid-year
- 1981-82: three - coordinated one
- 1982-83: once - then took an extended TWI break
- 1990-91: once - my oldest son was in the class, six out of eight people were children of grads
- 1991-92: No classes run in Nebraska
- 1992-93: No classes run in Nebraska
- 1993-94: Twice. My second oldest son was in the first one, but we had to drive to Omaha for it. The second was run by the WOWs; I had a guy in it that I was "undershepherding", and had to get a dispensation from the Trunk office or maybe the archangel Michael to have him in the class
- 1994-95: Three times. The last year of PFAL in TWI. Was Assistant Coordiantor twice. The final one ended just days before we all left for the ROA.
What's that, twenty?We were usually, if not always, told that there was always more in the class to learn. After a while I figured I must be dense, or unspiritual, or something to be missing the new stuff that I should be seeing. By the tenth or twelfth time I started straining at gnats looking for stuff, and coming up with new slants on things out of the air.
Funny, I usually saw the "actual arrors", and other goofs in PFAL, but either convinced myself that there was more to it than I was seeing, or excused them somehow.
The three-hour long sessions were rough on most people, but were defended by all as the "best" way to do it; of course until WayAP came along and the sessions were shortned to two hours.
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In my opinion, the best way to take PFAL is at a one-week camp surrounded by beautiful sweet-smelling peaceful mother nature with not a care or worry in the world.
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Once I somehow recollected them all and it came up to 25 times. That doesn't include sessions I sat through separately.
One time we were running a class in a townhouse I was living in and our next door neighbor came over to complain about the noise he was hearing from our house which was "the same voice going on and on." Yup, that says it.
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owww my butt hurts....here I go my eyes can't stay open....oooh here comes a joke, gotta laugh...when's the break so I can get 10 minutes of freedom... my that plant in the corner has a yellow leaf that needs to be plucked out...there go my eylids again............................................................
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17 times with my rump plunked in a folding chair from the first second to the last! Once on the floor in an overflow room in the July heat...and more times than I can count when I was on a crew and popped in and out of the classroom. My middle name was coffee cans and styrofoam cups.
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sky4it
One time and one time only...
I disagreed with some stuff so I guess I wasnt spiritual.
Oak: Now I feel like an "outsider"
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sky4it go to the back of the class
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Anyone else fall asleep and drop their bible on the floor?
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Jim,
Yes! And the silly-bus too!
My count is 20 but my dog's is 140. ;-)
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I lost track after 35-but it's easily over 40, and of course it was better everytime, as I always heard something I never heard before, and was more spiritually mature.
Actually, I can't believe I sat through those 4 hour evenings night after night after night, struggling to stay awake, and as often as not just being there in the name of 'grad support', as the boredom of the class was preferable to the rantings of that year's leader.
Let's see, at 12 sessions per class (15 for several years, thank you) ,with 40 classes being a conservative estimate, that comes to a minimum of500 nights listening to the same class.... WHAT THE HECK WERE WE DOING!!!
Oh well, he hasn't cracked up yet-in the automobile.
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WordWolf
"Does ol' Bessie the cow have a soul?
If Bessie the cow had a soul, she couldn't go...
whichever way she goes moo-moo, or something."
Words of wisdom stuck in my brain, that won't
ever leave.
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Danny
it sits there just like a duck
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Goey
I remember when I would meet someone from another area...
As part of the meeting ritual - invariable the question would be posed: - "How many times have you taken the class?"
This of course was to establish the spiritual pecking order - especially if you were non- Corps.
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Oakspear
The great Greek, Hebrew and Aramaic scholar Wierwille, when holding forth on acrostic psalms, tells us that the first four letters of the Hebrew alphabet are alpha, beta, gamma, delta...
...I shoulda left then
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Oh Goey, I remember that spiritualizing BS. It still nauseates me today.
I took that damn class wayyyyyy too many times. I took it 7 times my WOW year because we ran that many. Now ask me how many of those at least 49 people stuck around? They were the smart ones....
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Nottawayfer
Nope. But I got caught in an embarrassing moment by a kork grad when my boyfriend and I were sitting in the back of the class.
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Digger
Wayfer - sure that wasn't during the excell session in CFS??
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I don't know about you all, but drinking coffee out of used styrofoam cups was about the grossest thing I had to endure. We must have been pretty desperate for the caffeine. I remember some of the cups had bite marks. Some had lipstick..
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Just one more example of living in the land of the prevailing verd.. used styrofoam cups.
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Ham
Anyway, I think my answer to the forum question is: I took PFAL enough times that I learned to bring my own coffee cup.
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Even with your own cup, the coffee usually tasted like it had been sitting on the burner for about 3 days, after being strained through a pair of dirty underpants.
I recall, during one of those mercilessly short 10 minute breaks...the new students were standing together telling jokes...I stepped forward and told them this joke..."What did Spock see when he looked into the commode?...the captains log!"
:D--> I thought it was pretty funny (still do)...the corp leader overheard me and took me aside...he REAMED ME OUT ROYALY! Took away my position as "assistant class coordinator", and told me that I had a serious "problem". I think back on all that stuff now and I just shake my head and laugh. 
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