Everyone makes fun of home schoolers. It was a huge stumbling block to me while we were discerning what we should do. That and “socialization,” but that’s a different story for a different day.
Anyway, what if you are home schooled?
Tonight Tess scraped her back on the table. There weren’t any tears but there was a whole bunch of dramatics and she kept trying to crane her neck around to see the middle of her back. It made for some high entertainment.
“You are the dorkiest dork I’ve seen all year!” Philip teased her. Then, lowering his voice and looking knowingly at Max, “Except for those school kids. What was their deal?” They snickered together remembering whatever it was that they had observed.
I was dumbfounded. Had this really just taken place? And then I realized that it’s all just a matter of perspective. The kids – schooled at home or away – don’t know they’re weird or different to those on the other side of the fence. I’d like to keep it that way. And use the word “dork” more often.
