Shit, Utah is full of secondary schools.
I wasn’t a drug or alcohol addict (just loved to fight - played travel hockey - and hated school), but got sent to Koosharem, Utah when I was 17 to become a resident of Sorensons Ranch School.
Shit, you don’t know a fcked up kid until you experience one there. I’ll never forget hearing about the female sneaking across to the male quarters - then going train. Next morning she slit her wrist, of course the wrong way.
She lived, thankfully - but that was one hell of an experience.