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December 06, 2007

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This is such an important topic. My brother and I attended a so-called Christian school (8 years for me, 9 for him). We were not taught to think and if anything, probably discouraged from thinking. We were told what to think and what to believe and any deviation from that viewpoint was sin. Therefore when we got to college, we both had dreadful first semesters, which was a shock to our families (straight A students brought home Cs and Ds and in Clark's case, Fs). I managed to survive, but I did end up going to three different colleges before I finally graduated. Clark gave up after his first semester and scurried over to Bob Jones University, which was the college our high school principal (and founder) had attended. Again, an environment where he was told what to think, what to do, and where to be. He tried to go to law school afterward, but because BJU is unaccredited (they're racists, to put it succinctly), he wouldn't be granted a law degree. So he joined the Air Force. Then he got married. Stefanie is a lovely person, but again, he is told where to go, what to do, what to think. If he survives his year assignment to Afghanistan, he gets to retire and get a real job. He'll be 45, and God only knows what he'll be able to do.

Parenting-what an awful, wonderful thing!
Honestly the older I get the more I DON'T KNOW!
:)
Thanks for this.

You need to teach 'em to reason, to work hard, and to care for their fellow humans. Yes indeed, parenting's tough!!!

janet's comment speaks to the core of my parental sadness. her parents surely had the best intentions by sending their children to that school. my spouse and i struggled with the difficult decisions we faced in selecting schools for our children.

a plethora of choices did not always result in a higher quality of learning environment. for me and many of my 1950s peers, the "good old days" equal the time when most went to public schools.

Naomi, they did. Although to be frank, it was right after integration in Nashville, and my stepfather is prudiced. But when my mother saw my brother and me both crash and burn, she yanked my sister out, so she spent grades 6-12 in public school and did fine in college.

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