Field trip to the place-that-shall-not-be-named

Public school.

Shudder.

My gang has never, ever set foot in a public school. We are “from the cradle” home schoolers. The closest Susan came to attending with the masses was when our Awana club met at an elementary school for a few months due to church repairs. Today we were on a mission of mercy. A friend - without wheels - needed someone to pick up her girl from school, just a minor emergency. Since we are just down the road, the task fell to us.

So, we marched into the front office, where all the women can gawk at us. I said something about not being able to leave the kids home alone. I played it cool, sending up a prayer the kids will behave, wondering if I’m going to be asked The Question, and will I have to defend home schooling to these teacher’s union members.

And what of my children? Long-time readers of this blog know how they can be. My wonderful, obedient children that make me weep with frustration because of their ill manners and monkey shines in public.

They behaved. Yeah, baby. It was a good day to home school.

So I got my visitor badge (no. 18) to walk two doors down the hall to the nurse’s office. We watched a bunch of kids herded down the hall for recess, a bunch more coming in from recess. The sound of drum beats came from a music room. We peeked into the mysterious faculty lounge. Very educational. And not one of my four asked to stay.

Like I said: it was a good day to home school.