There are many reasons to home school.  I can’t think of them right now but I’m sure there are many.  Only one comes to mind at the moment.

Public school kids, like my nephew Nathaniel, touch doors that have been touched by a few hundred kids and possibly licked as well.  God only knows what those public school kids do to door handles you know?

They sit at a lunch table that’s been sneezed on, breathed on, spilled on, and spat on. God only knows what those public school kids do to lunch tables you know?  And then the table is wiped down with a rag that’s wiped every other sneezed on, breathed on, spilled on, spat on table in the room.  And the rag is wielded by a woman with a hairy mole in many cases. I’ve even heard there’s an actual hairy mole lunch lady quota imposed upon our public school cafeterias – the hairy mole lunch lady union keeps it so.

Public school kids, like my nephew Nathaniel, touch toilets – and walls and sinks – that boys have unsuccessfully practiced their aim on.  And public school kids get touched by other kids who have touched these doors, sat at these lunch tables and used these toilets.  And these other kids?  They don’t always wash their hands.  Also, public school kids breath each other’s mouth air.

So public school kids get sick.  Yes, this is unfortunate.  But this isn’t about them.  Even more disturbing to me, these sick public school kids play with the pristine home school kids in their neighborhood and/or family and get them sick.  The moms of home schooled kids wear denim jumpers or pleated pants for good reason: They’re specially designed to hold multiple packets of anti-bacterial wipes and hand gel.  Home school kids share their door handles, toilet, table and air with only a couple people, three max, unless they’re Catholic.  Their immune systems, as a result, aren’t nearly as developed as their vocabularies and knowledge of the early Ottoman empire.

And that’s why I’m very much opposed to public schools at the moment.

I decided this while hovering over a toilet at 2AM praying my dinner down.  And reaffirmed this decision while shoving Penelope’s salsa-covered sheet into the washing machine just now.

Public schools are hazardous to home schoolers.

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It saddens me that I have to type these words, but there are some among us who lack the gift of interpretation for the gift of sarcasm.  This post is 100% not serious.

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