It’s hard to master words you never use. When you’re homeschooled, this would include words like *friend.*
Because you don’t have them.
This report The Swift Report: Home-Schooler Misspells ‘Friend’ in National Spelling Bee
has particular resonance for me. I got a “graduation” and “commencement” announcement for Buzzkill’s oldest. Apart from a couple years while in Califonia, he has been homeschooled from day one. A bunch of homeschoolers are getting together in a VFW hall in Diebold Ohio to celebrate their many years of exclusion from society. Good luck coping, now that the real world, with all its faults and temptations is calling.
Lack of societal skills/oversheltering is one thing. What pisses me off is the lack of ambition this kid left Jesus Memorial Pretend High School with. Parents are college grads, Skippy, the dad works for Emperor Gates. So, the family is not Cletus and Brandine. The kid is going to now try to get a job fixing computers to save money to *take classes* at Praise Jesus College of Faith Based Science. This is about the same path to success that his Aunt Milquetoast took, which is to say, dead end job and no degree, here I come.
Now, I am no stranger to an utter lack of a long range plan coming out of reality-based high school. I knew I was going to college and that money made the choice of college pretty clear. Obviously, a big public university, where I could be anonymous while I adjusted. I figured that between the beer and sexathons, I would find time to figure out what direction to point my life. But I at least knew that now was the time to go exploring, in a situation where I would not be overmatched or overwhelmed. .
I suppose it’s OK that this kid is going to get his feet wet gradually. Still, if he had been to reality school instead of virtual school, he could be hitting the ground running, instead of his long range plan being to mark time living with mom and dad until God gives me a career path and tells me to take a wife.