Wait, is it a drug rehabilitation camp? Well, that changes things. I was sent to a camp due to "Troublesome and delinquent" behavior. I.e. I stabbed someone and went to a place where they told me to cut that shit out. It's a bit difficult though, given that just about every other boy there is there for the same reason, and there's some weird gestalt psyche that tells us not to appear "different" from each other. And when the normal is "You're a kid who stabbed someone else", paranoia grows rampant. And people start getting creative. By only tool I had was a cosh I made from one of my socks and whatever fruit I get for breakfast. Never had to use it, but the others knew that I would.

Aside from the rampant paranoia, it was fairly enjoyable. I don't think I left with the lessons they intended to teach me though.