Friday, April 26, 2013

100-Word Memoir: Homeschooled

(A note from The Mandolin: I haven’t blogged the past couple days because Zachary and I took our first overnight backpacking trip! More on that tomorrow.)


I started homeschooling when I was three, sitting next to my oldest brother and copying the letters he wrote. When I turned four, I began teaching my two-year old sister how to read and write.

We grew up in a time when homeschooling was rarer. Mom wouldn’t let us out of her sight during school hours. Friends and family worried. Strangers and acquaintances grilled me about math. Most people assumed I was either a genius or an idiot.

I graduated with an ACT that would’ve snagged me an excellent scholarship for college. But I had other plans in mind.


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