Monday, July 28, 2008

Mommy said don't talk to strangers... so I never have.

Most of you know I was homeschooled, right? I mean, all my life. I have never set foot in a public school. Well, once my brothers played a basketball game in one and I did go then... but, regardless. But, it isn't something I bring up. It is NOT that I am ashamed of it. Not at all. It's just, I don't know, I don't talk about it.
I've been in clinicals with Jackie all year. Our homework is done together, we are always calling, checking, and sitting together. But, somehow, I had never mentioned homeschooling around her. Until today. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. She couldn't believe. "You're homeschooled! Oh my gosh! But... but... you're... you're...." Megan grinned, "She's cool. She's fine." Jackie just kept sputtering, "But you're so... socialized! Most homeschoolers aren't! What did your parents do to teach you how to interact?"
I wonder how many homeschoolers she knows? Because I know a lot. A lot. And maybe 10 of them are rather awkward around people. I also know a lot of public schoolers. And more than 10 of them are awkward around people.

First off, allow me to say that I have never been offended by these comments. Ever. In fact, they crack me up. I just laugh at their bewilderment. Because I just blew their expectations about what a homeschooled kid looks like to Jupiter. People's assumptions of homeschoolers are crazy. The media doesn't help. If a homeschooled family gets in the news they are all, 1) Dressed like dorks, 2) Have a billion kids, 3) are Freakishly smart, and 4) are Crazy (remember the woman who drowned all of her kids in the tub?). And for the record, six children do not equal a billion children. I have even been doubted. "You're homeschooled?" "Yes." "No, you're not. " "Yes, I am." "You cannot be homeschooled." "Well, I am. So, let's end this pointless argument."

It's the social interaction question that kills. I need to write a paper on this. Just so I can have an answer. Where did I learn to talk to people? I don't know! It's not like Mom and Dad sat us down and said, "Now children, today you are going to learn to talk to people." It just... happened. Is that so hard to believe? Why do people assume that, unless you are in a classroom for 12 years with people JUST your age.... you'll never learn to communicate effectively? How did I learn? Well, when I was 7-8 months old I said da-da and moma.... and I haven't shut up since. Where did I learn? .... Wal-Mart? Slumber parties? Piano lessons? Family reunions? I don't know! Are you saying you learned how to talk in school? Social interaction was around loooong before public education showed its face, buddy.
Crazy. Crazy crazy crazy.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008


If I wasn't in school and money wasn't an issue (ha!) I would:

1. Go snorkeling
2. Give my bedroom a complete makeover THIS WEEK
3. Hire a personal trainer
4. Turn our basement into a family room and install a home theater
5. Buy a Great Dane... he would be black and white and I would call him Darien
6. Go to the library and check out...oh.... 12 books that have absolutely nothing to do with the human body
7. Go swimming
8. Go tubing
9. Get Ryan to teach me how to slalom
10. Take guitar lessons
11. Get my boating license
12. Buy shoes

.... I hate this textbook.

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Immune System.... you're fired.

Well... I fought off mucus for 2 weeks (yes, another blog about mucus). I finally went to the doctor, got a shot and a Z-pack. Ha ha! Take that you little snot workers! This morning, I woke up and laid very very still for a moment. Something was not right. Breathe slowly. And launch! Oh, toilet bowl... you're the only one who understands me. I was afraid that my socks would come out of my mouth! As I was hurling out last night's meal, Anna came up behind me and asked me if I was throwing up. Um... no? I just wanted to see how far I could stick my face in the commode. But she pulled my hair back and got me a wet washcloth for my face. The worst thing about throwing up is the aftertaste. And the burn in your esophagus from hydrachloric acid. So,
I have been in bed all day. Which part of me needed. But I had so much school I needed to get done. And I did get some done... just not enough. But I slept for over half of the day. Yay. And everybody has been bringing me Sprite and crackers. And Mom and Ryan have both knocked over my Sprite. And Emily and Graham stopped by to see me, because they're sweet that way. And here I am, at 10:10, wondering how the heck I'm going to be able to sleep.
Sigh. Good night. Sweet dreams.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Wanna ride it again?

Friday morning me and 15 other kids loaded into two suburbans and headed to Six Flags. I haven't been in several years. And even though my voice was gone, I had a blast. Good group of people. We were on the road by 6:36 and drove for 2 hours without stopping (considering 11 of the 16 were girls, this is truly worth noting). We pulled into the park and our wonderful driver missed the parking lot turn and went back out onto the interstate. That's okay, we didn't want to park yet anyway. Okay... here we go.
Georgia Cyclone. Scorcher. Mind-Bender. Batman. Ninja (I think I have new earring holes in my neck from that one). Acrophobia (the extreme stop at the bottom made all the snot come hurtling out of my sinuses). Superman. Great American Scream Machine. And... The Goliath.
If you haven't ridden the Goliath, you need to. Yes, need. And wait the extra 10-15 minutes for the front row. It is worth it. It takes you 200 feet in the air and then hurls straight down at 70 mph. Hands up hands up! Feet up! Don't think about the fact that you only have a saddle-sized piece of plastic over your lap and no belt or shoulder grips. Physics is the only thing keeping you in your seat anyway. And the chances of you dying were higher on the drive down here than on the actual ride. We rode it it three times. Hands up hands up! Smile for the camera! But don't pay $19.99 for the photo. I mean, it's funny to look at, but not that funny. And thanks to Emily Kitchens friendliness to a Six Flags worker... the third time we got to come up the Fast Pass lane (you get to skip the whole line and go straight to the seat lanes) without a Fast Pass. BUT... when we were standing in line for one ride, a tv was listing off the top 10 roller coasters in the US and in New Jersey there is a ride called the Kingda Ka. This thing goes 456 feet in the air and goes 128 mph! I am going to New Jersey. And I am riding the front row. With my hands up hands up.
Gosh, it was fun. We made it home by 10:30. And then I had to get up the next morning and go to a New Parent Labor/Birthing Experiene class at St. Vincent's. No, not for me. For school.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

A voice from heaven would be nice

I know He knows the plans He has for me. They are plans of welfare and not of calamity. Plans to give me a future and a hope. I just wish I had some idea as to why He chooses the paths for me that He does.

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Yes, how much are your germ shields?

We are skipping Sunday school. I feel rather heathenish. But remember the singing school? Yeah, well, somebody brought the black plague. Ring around the rosies... we all fell down. I mean, I think 80% of that camp went home with something. Strep, pink eye, and crud. And the Porters' immune systems were obviously not prepared. Way to go immune systems. On Monday everybody, except Anna, was hacking up a lung... and the wonderful green stuff that your body is so good at manufactoring. Oh! Graham wrote a blog on snot (because he went to singing school, too). You should read it. By Wednesday everybody is feeling better. And Asa comes upstairs with red eyes -thus the ear drops story. And I have a very bad feeling about this. Because if something messes with one of us, it messes with all of us. Caleb and Anna are currently pink-eyed. Anna is touching her face and then touching public surfaces faster than I can clean them. And I have four days from Hades ahead of me. So, while the little mucus factory workers in my body are still working overtime, I'm doing just fine.
Wonderful. Anna is playing the piano.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

To give what we cannot keep, to gain what we cannot lose

I know you think he's a fool. But Gomer thought the same thing about Hosea. And even more appropriate: that's what the world thought of Jesus.

We in our foolishness thought we were wise; He played the fool and He opened our eyes.
We in our weakness believed we were strong; He became helpless to show we were wrong.
So we follow God's own fool; but only the foolish can tell!
Believe the unbelievable, and come be a fool as well.