The people who know what’s best for their kids aren’t politicians, but parents.
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I was a bundle of nerves and insecurities, clutching a packed lunch. I kept repeating the location of my first classroom as I wandered haplessly around the new, strange educational environment.
It was my first day of school. I was 18.
God must have a sense of humor about homeschoolers. English 101 had been moved from its original room, twice . By the time I finally tracked it down, I was considering chucking college to be a barista.
I collapsed into a chair, nervous that I’d missed something. I hadn’t... The teacher spent the first class reading from an arcane document called a “syllabus” and employing mysterious jargon like “semester” and “term.”
40 May 2018
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