Joe has a new website with 18 pages of 'his story'. Page 2 & 3 cover his elementary & junior high school years where he was sent to a few boarding schools including a military reform school.
However on page 4 he makes no reference to RMA
http://www.meetjoefrancis.com/mystory/It seems that all former Staff and students with websites never acknowledge that they went there. I guess I wouldn't put it on my website if I had a website. Hell, I felt the same way for a long time. I didn't and still don't tell good friends that I went there. It's a dirty little secret.
HIGH SCHOOL
Junior High school was a blur. As soon as I was old enough, I got a work permit and found my first job, serving ice cream and sweeping floors for $3.35 an hour at Gelato Classico. I can’t tell you why, but I have always loved work. I would always rather be working than not. I spent all day at school just staring at the clock, waiting until I could run to the bus stop and get back to my job. I was thrilled to be making my own money. Not because I was anxious to buy anything, but because I wanted to eliminate any chance of ever being poor. I had watched my dad worry about money his whole life, and I was determined not to have my own life defined by constant financial insecurity. So I worked hard and saved.
I don’t have many fond memories of Laguna Beach High. It was a pleasant enough place, but I couldn’t stay engaged by high school culture. I certainly wasn’t much of a player, thanks to a mouthful of what felt like the most outlandishly huge set of braces ever wired into a poor kid’s face.
I was more interested in my after-school jobs. Whenever I found one that earned more money, I traded up. Eventually, I landed at a computer/video store where I learned to fix computers and sell video rental memberships. I discovered that I had an affinity for sales. I love talking to people and enjoy helping them invest in something I know they will be happy with. Sales allowed me to earn enough to buy my first car, an $800 Audi that I tricked it out with plastic rims and a cheap green paint job. It wasn’t the kind of car that was going to get me laid, but it represented something that I’ve grown to cherish more than just about anything else in life: freedom.
For me, high school was something to be endured until I could finally get into the world and make my own way. I didn’t attend my prom; I wasn’t voted “most likely to succeedâ€