Ecological Human Services Management

This story starts when I was seventeen and if the truth be told, even more full of myself than most seventeen-year-olds. There I was a senior in high school and on an airplane flying from Columbus to Cleveland. It was a very big deal; but before I get too far ahead of myself, a little perspective is necessary. At my high school, I had some status: class president, a good student, a drummer in the marching band and teacher's pet, at least for a couple of the teachers. Life was good, at least as good as it gets when you are seventeen. Let me sharpen the perspective. My senior class had a grand total of 63 students and my hometown had 900 residents, assuming everyone was home. We did have one traffic light and a courthouse, if you were thinking there was nothing special about the place. It happened that one of those couple of teachers I mentioned was responsible for the plays that were presented by students once or twice each school year. My teacher's pet status partially depended on having a role whenever it