We are back for Part 2 Job Corp was a epic failure. I remember crying asking my mother and grandmother to give me a chance to change and allow me to stay in school. They declined and I got kicked out of Job Corps 3 months later for fighting. A fight I didn't even get to fight in nor was I trying to fight in. My name was put in it by one of them hating ass chic's. I was also still smoking bud up there, not too many people knew about that. I had a lot of material stuff on campus and my mother and grandmother also decided not to send for my things. Being an angry, miserable, frustrated on the road to depression 16yr old does not make for a person that's about to be out here making good life decisions. This next bad decision happened the following year I was 17. I remember there was a party and we started taking shots of vodka, the bottom shelf kind for $10 a shot. I had no clue how to hold my liquor or about the...