Before I go into this, the people I am about to describe are not home-schooled, but they are schooled at someone's home, just not their own.
Today, it was raining, and kind of miserable. But only in periods and only after I finally finished the lyrics book. (Last song, 3 Indexes and Fun Facts to fill the last few pages. And pictures.) So, when I finished the book, it was around 1:30. It had been nice all morning and I was thinking of asking Angus to come on another walk with me from then to 5. I texted him an offer, then retracted it when it started pouring.
So I'm sitting on my bed, reading "The Martian" and listening to the best of Def Leppard.
At one point today, I started watching "The Godfather", something I wanted to do since I finished the book. I already noticed some things that were different or missing. I won't mention them because they're kind of juvenile things to notice.
Here's where the homeschooled come in. My family was invited to a baptism for a a baby, but the only people there were old or young. I went for the free food, and was really excited when I saw the Caesar salad. (I am very picky when it comes to Caesar salads. This one had more bacon than salad. I wasn't impressed.) I went for cake and lasagna. I got a disappointing Caesar salad, cold lasagna, and a cake that made you wish you were eating a car wash sponge. You know when you're on a plane, there's the one person who won't stop talking to you, no matter how disinterested you are? That's what happened while I was trying to eat. Except my guy just muttered and tapped my arm if I didn't answer his question.
Then there were the kids. They were like weasels, except loud, and bigger. The crying, the screaming, the running around! My siblings and I hung out by a door at the end of a long hallway. We were called out for not running around. That is when I wept for humanity.
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