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Barron Trump taught ‘lesson of kindness’ during first weeks at new Florida private school

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Just a couple of weeks after it was announced, Barron Trump seems to have started the new school year, as first reported by The Sun.

Barron started school about two weeks ago, and now, the world has gotten its first insight into what he’s going through at school.

According to the lunch menu, the son of the former President can enjoy chicken wings, grilled chicken, Maple Miso salmon and vegetarian burgers, as well as gnocchi, and even breakfast at Thursdays.

When it comes to education, it seems like Barron will also learn how to be a great friend. The school reportedly imparts lessons of kindness upon its students.

On Tuesday, the school posted a picture of students wearing masks on Twitter.

“Oxbridge’s Culture of Kindness includes learning how to listen and pay attention not just to what someone is saying, but how they are saying it,” the tweet read.

“Eighth graders Charlie Wiggle, Margaret Toner, and Marco Raffinengo participate in this exercise in dignity and respect,” ending with “#kindness.”

It’s not known if Barron Trump will participate in any of the school athletics. However, it is known that he’s very much into soccer.

Secret Service to be at campus
In a CBS Interview, Trump said that American football was a dangerous sport, considering the risks of getting head injuries, adding that his son would rather run after a soccer ball.

Previously, Barron has played for DC United’s under-12s, as well as Arlington Soccer Association’s under-14 teams.

“When my son heard [president of FIFA Gianni Infantino] was going to be [in Washington], he said, ‘Dad, I’d like to meet him,’” Donald Trump recalled in 2018. “Barron loves soccer. And soccer has to be one of the fastest-growing sports in the world.”

Being the son of a former president also means protection, which Barron will get. But for the Oxbridge Academy, handling the Secret Service will be a completely new experience.

“They want to have little impact on our day-to-day operations. They’ve done this for other former presidents’ kids. They’re fantastic,” Scott Siegfried told The Palm Beach Post.

It looks like it’s not just Melania, Donald and Barron that will be staying in the southern state of Florida. The former President’s other children have also bought properties, with Donald Trump Jr and Eric Trump now being neighbors.

Barron Trump rarely seen in public
The only one that’s missing from the Trump family is Trump’s youngest daughter, Tiffany, who also’s rumored to be looking for a new home in Miami.

During Donald Trump’s presidency, Barron wasn’t seen that often. He was mostly spotted traveling with his parents, either boarding or leaving Air Force One or his father’s helicopter.

Oftentimes, those occasions were in connection with the Trump family returning or leaving on their holiday trips to Mar-a-Lago in Florida. That’s also where Donald and his family decided to relocate to following his last day in the White House.

Melania Trump was very clear throughout their time in the White House that she was keen on protecting her son from scrutiny, since being the president’s son can be a demanding thing. She actually took care of any statements or comments made by Barron.

It’s been relatively quiet from the entire Trump family following Donald Trump’s leaving of the White House. However, pictures from earlier this summer showed Melania and Barron Trump in New York City, and now, people can’t stop talking about Barron.

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