I’M IN HIGH SCHOOL, standing on the football field when my teammate asks me, “How do you have any friends?” It’s a question I’ve prepared for, so, with perfect rhythm, I respond, “I thought we were friends?”
I struggle to answer what it was like to be homeschooled. Not because I can’t describe my own life, but because there are so many variables that make each homeschool experience unique. For decades, the only thing all homeschoolers had in common was how little others knew about our lives. Case in point: My friend could ask me how I made friends at one of the many places where I made friends.
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