Jon had never set foot in a public school before his freshman year. He learned on his living room couch, in his PJs, for the first 14 years of his young life.
Friday evening, Hubby shared the above New Yorker cartoon with us. We laughed out loud, but also felt a certain pang of sympathy. Sympathy for Jon, who is still trying to adjust to a life constrained by conformity; for Diane, who never figured out all the Mean Girl janx of high school, & so could never ignore it; for Jack, who appeared in our AP Lang class a full year ahead of schedule, as an incredibly brainy 10th-grader who had always been told he was smarter than everyone else because he was.
These are but three of our previously home-schooled cherubs. We've taught a handful over the years, in various stages of trying to adjust. Their parents kept them at home for a variety of reasons, all of which sounded like good ideas at a time. Public school is hard. But it's also great preparation for real life. Jon & his home-schooled peers are still trying to figure out where they fit in. We wish them luck.