Utterly Meaningless

“The girls’ mother began home-schooling the girls, who read on a sixth grade level nonetheless, in first grade.”

Nonetheless? Consequently, maybe. That’s so arrogant: “Look at the poor little homeschooled kids. Somehow, they’ve learned to read.”

The reporter wouldn’t know what to make of my boys, both of whom taught themselves to read and both of whom were reading on a “sixth-grade” level long before “sixth grade.”

I remember being scolded in first grade for reading a book held where the teacher couldn’t see it behind my desk when she was teaching something else (that I obviously found boring). It was a 5th grade level book. To this day, I am still incredulous that the thing the teacher remembers about me is that I didn’t pay attention in class. It was a very small school — class size around 10 — AND she went to my church. You’d think she would remember a kid who read 4 levels above everyone else!

Ok, what’s the deal with the nickels and homeschool pics? Almost all the ones I take of my three have them scattered around the house. I let them do work wherever the heck they want to.

A while back Tim wrote something about if he had a nickel for every lame newspaper photo of a mom and her kids around the kitchen table he’d be a rich man.

So, we give him a nickel every time we spot one.

And I so like the way my pockets go jingle-jangle.