Plugged In2:00 AM
How I ever got that from real life, I’ll never know. We have desks, the kind used to stack test papers, letters and knick-knacks that Mom’s told us to put away three times this week. Our blackboard’s downstairs, where the dog (or the baby) sometimes eats the chalk. My mother occasionally teaches us in group fashion, but we’re all sprawled on the couches with cups of OJ, blankets and a stray sibling or two playing trampoline on our stomachs.
Laura Ingalls would not approve.
I grew up taking tests amid discipline scenarios, screaming children, epic toy car chases and Badger barking at the mailman. I learned to read history with my baby sister balancing on my shoulder or with a little brother prattling on about his rock collection. My break time involved playing puzzles, switching laundry and perhaps, if I had a particularly pleasant day with math, emptying the dishwasher.
Welcome to my world.
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