I was from St. Pete, Bobby from Sarasota. His drama involved a bunch of splits and physical torture at Sarasota. Details were sketchy as we were not allowed to talk on ride to ATL or afterwards.
I had split 3rd and 2nd phase, misbehaved for a few months in between, made it to 4th in St Pete, got knocked back down and decided that they could all get screwed. Every little strategy Newton came up with, like isolation from group, banning my parents from open meetings, eating p'nut butter for 2 months,just made me tune them out more. I did some fighting with HRS people around. I tried to act out on Nancy Reagans 1981 visit. Miller Newton couln't bend me mentally and it pissed him off. Oh, wasn't Newton great when his whole head would damn near turn purple with rage? I loved doing that. His sick perversion of force+confrontation+breaking down=love from your peers screwed up a bunch of kids. I am proud that that peacock bastard, charlatan of redemption,con artist with a mail order PhD never broke me. Screw playing along and making staff. What, become what I hated most?
Mrs. Byrd....I had bailed on my 2nd day of school(3rd phase). I was taken to ATL 'cause I liked to split. Not knowing ATL very well, I walked right down a main road, hitchhiking, when a little crappy car pulled over to give me a ride. IT WAS HER!! She told me to get in the car. Ha, yeah right. A little quick math and I figured there was no way she herself could catch me, so down the embankment I went. Kudzu is thorny, but it sure slows down executive directors better than it does a 15 yo on a mission for freedom.
I was (am)tall, turned 15 in ATL,had dark blonde hair, and was thin from my incarceration and food deprivation. I relished sleeping in the woods that night.Bill