{"id":670,"date":"2011-03-11T22:07:31","date_gmt":"2011-03-11T22:07:31","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/richardpnixon.com\/blog\/?p=670"},"modified":"2011-03-11T22:07:31","modified_gmt":"2011-03-11T22:07:31","slug":"on-being-sent-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/richardpnixon.com\/blog\/2011\/03\/11\/on-being-sent-away\/","title":{"rendered":"On Being Sent Away"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;\">When my parents told me I\u2019d be going to boarding school, I felt excited. I loved Alaska, for sure; the fun and friends and coming home everyday after school. But going to Ireland offered a whole new world of exciting opportunities and adventure for me, at least that\u2019s what I thought at the time.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;\">I remember the day my sixth grade teacher announced to the class she was handing out permission slips for our upcoming field trip to Romig Junior High and the pride I felt telling her and the class that I didn\u2019t need one. \u201cI\u2019m not going to Romig,\u201d I said with probably a smirk. \u201cI\u2019m going to Ireland.\u201d I looked around the class to see who might be envious and felt a little hurt no one seemed to give a damn.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;\">School in Ireland would start off with a long plane ride. I loved airplanes and flying. I knew every airliner there was, even many of the European ones like the Trident, VC-10, and Viscount. I knew them because I\u2019d been to Europe before \u2013 in 1971 when Mom pulled me out of first grade to rescue Roger from boarding school in Northern Ireland. We went to Portugal after that, back to Ireland, then home to Washington. That was all good fun.<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', 'Bitstream Charter', Times, serif;\">I expected this time to be no different, seeing how Roger still included me in his fun. I thought I was the luckiest little brother there was. And he\u2019d protect me from bullies, too. He told me about those. Said they roamed the halls of Romig looking for little guys just like me to nudge quarters around the toilet seats by the nose, and if the quarter fell into the bowl? \u201cThey\u2019ll push your head in and hold you there until you come up with the quarter in your teeth,\u201d Roger often told me. Boarding school didn\u2019t sound nearly as scary.<\/span><\/div>\n<div id=\"attachment_672\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a rel=\"attachment wp-att-672\" href=\"http:\/\/richardpnixon.com\/blog\/?attachment_id=672\"><img decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-672\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-672\" title=\"Bicentennial quilt project - 1976\" src=\"http:\/\/richardpnixon.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/Captured-Photos-00095-300x206.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"206\" srcset=\"https:\/\/richardpnixon.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/Captured-Photos-00095-300x206.jpg 300w, https:\/\/richardpnixon.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/03\/Captured-Photos-00095-1024x704.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-672\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Bicentennial quilt project - 1976<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When my parents told me I\u2019d be going to boarding school, I felt excited. I loved Alaska, for sure; the fun and friends and coming home everyday after school. 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