Why homeschool? The question is simple enough, but to answer it brings one into an epicenter of debate: in parenting, in education, in socialization, and in religion. For me, the quick answer is, "Why not?" I have loved homeschooling the whole time, and personally could not imagine a better option. There are some more solid reasons, of course, for why I think homeschooling is a good choice. But first, here is what homeschooling has done for me.

Sooo, I was looking through old posts and crying about how bad they were when I saw that I posted this EXACTLY 5 years ago today. I WANT YOU ALL TO KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU READ THIS AND WERE GENUINELY ENTHUSIASTIC ABOUT IT.
Read it and laugh. Hysterically.

*This is all I'm posting, just thought you might like to see my future evil plan. Constructive crit. is very welcome!

Prologue

These boots were made for walkin', walkin' down life's roads;
But this hand was made for holdin' though whose hand I don't know.
I guess for now I'm waitin' here for you, my knight in the cowboy boots.
Though when he'll come I don't know, and if he'll come, I don't know, but 'til then, or when, I'll be waitin' here for my knight in the cowboy boots.
So whoever you are, wherever you are, know that I'll be true, 'cause God made you for me, and He made me for you.

Disclaimer: This story has been edited so it meets the Apricot Pie standards.

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3/15

Capri

I’ve got the address in my hand, printed on the school’s yellow stationery. Aleksandr Nadeau, 1987 rue Vallée, Chambly, Quebec. It’s in Canada. The school’s paying the postage.

*WARNING* Some mature thematic content. There is mention of drugs and other forms of abuse, which is obviously not put in a positive light. It's a pretty dark storyline, but the story itself is not particularly dark, if that makes sense.

There’s a Ghost in New York City
That reminds her of her past
And the postcard sent from Brooklyn
That she wished she didn’t have.
~Ghost in New York City, by A LION NAMED ROAR.
....
♥FLORA♥

In the hot summer breeze, I sat in the backseat of the car, watching the many miles of grain pass before my eyes. Mrs. Jefferson had said that we were passing through Plain City, Ohio. She's got that right, I thought. While Mom’s sailed to cool Maine for three weeks, I was going to be stuck here, in Ohio with my unknown relatives.

(Verse 1)
Where should I go?
I am betwix two paths
Having the desire to pursue my LORD
It’s for the King I am fighting for

(Chorus)
Where You go I will follow
Trailing like a second shadow
As I read Your Word I will grow
I’ll stand by You all my days
Every day I will say
Direct the Way!

(Verse 2)
From my great confusion
(Jesus) You deliver out of peril
You put my feet on solid ground
Stray from You I will never

(Verse 1)
I see a young lad, standing up to the Giant
Head up, starring in defiance
When no one would fight the Giant, he did
Some said, “The boy’s but a kid.”
Can he actually win?

(Chorus)
They stood on sure foundation
Their feet on solid ground
Some led entire nations
God never let them down

(Verse 2)
I see a man, leading home his sheep
God told him “This act of faith you must leap
“My promise to Israel, I must keep.
I AM the LORD and they will see
With My power, you will set them free.”

The Better of Me
I'm mad at you, 
Why am I mad at you? 
Can't logically explain my disappointment, 
Can't mentally figure it out,
Or get a grip on the meaning of my feelings. 
I should be relieved right? 
I should be glad, 
But you weren't there, 
When you said we'd be friends, 
And at this point all I can hold onto, 
Is your word and my memories, 
So far my memories have been more loyal.
My memories of why come rushing back, 
It helps me keep hold of sensibility, 
Responsibility and logic, 

God is always in control,
Watching faithfully over every soul;
Joyfully on our way we should roll.

Most of the time the rocks are rough,
That means our feet should really be tough;
Calloused, used to trouble, sure enough.

Calloused doesn't mean uncaring,
We should always be bewaring;
With temptations our paths are sharing.

For easy paths we should not lust,
Lessons God teaches us are just;
In bad and good trust Him we must.