Carolina Springs Academy, more commonly known as "CSA" by former students of the WWASP affiliated school, underwent an accreditation evaluation by the Northwest Association of Accredited Schools on November 6-7, 2008. Within the last few days antiWWASP has been able to acquire a copy of this report and we are pleased to be able to share the report's findings with you now.

Of the 116 total quality indicators used in determining compliance with the Standards of Membership (NAAS), 32 have not been met and 24 are only partially met. Taken together, this represents 48.3%, or almost half, of the indicators not being partially met or, not met at all. There is little, if any, professional development for teaching staff. Instructional materials such as textbooks and media support are outdated and severely lacking. The impact of the library is inconsequential in the learning culture and there is currently no blueprint for school improvement as it relates to student learning. During an anonymous parents' recent visit, he revealed seeing no computers in the library or instructional setting.

I was 16 and going to an alternative art school and had been doing drugs for a year or 2, running away and what not. My parents tried inpatient and outpatient rehab and that didnt work. One day i had come home and was awaken at 3AM by 2 large escorts. They told me they were taking me to a new school and that if i tried running or anything i would be shakeled hand and foot, so i didnt feel like trying anything.

On the drive into Spring Creek i was blown away at how far it was from anything. I was told by my intake staff that it was impossible to run and no one had made it succesfully, so i never really saw that as an option. Lower levels was pretty much uneventful, I felt cut off from what i called home so i had a hard time finding any motivation to move on. But after a year i was pushed to move on, so i went up to jr staff. For me this is where the crap started to get bad.

My name is Liz Weaver and I am from Jacksonville Florida. When I was 15 years old I was in a program called Cross Creek. They threatened me with being transported to Mexico to a place called High Impact. There I was forced to lie down in chain linked cages with my chin in the dirt and my arms out like I was getting restrained. I was told to stay there for hours at a time. Sometimes it would be the whole day. One day I was sitting in the cage and had scratched a peace sign in my leg. The manager came down and saw it and told me to take it off. He gave me a choice between a rock, stick, or scissors to take it off my leg. But I said no. They had restrained me and took the scissors to my leg and cut my leg to get it off. My leg was bleeding and all they did for me was put lots of Neosporin on it and told me to keep running my laps. My leg was dripping blood while I was running. I have the scar to this day.