Sounds like a great dance!

Swing your partner, dosey-do, now clap your hands... uh-oh, that's all the square dance moves I know... I'll bluff the rest. Slap your partner in the face, Write bad checks all over the place, Flirt with strangers, annoy your spouse, Get a divorce and lose your house, ...uh... dosey-do.
--Dogbert calling a square dance

For Gabriel, Alethea, and Noah

I visited one of my brothers' blogs and saw a post he made the day we held a memorial service for our little siblings that we have never met. It still makes me cry when I think about it. I'm just glad to know that they are covenant children and are with their Savior. I want to join them soon, but I guess God has a reason for keeping me here, even though I want to be there.

Providence can be hard, and I know we wouldn't have Dora if they had lived, but...I wish I could have seen them...any of them, held them...known them. I'm not sad because they didn't get a chance to live, no. They are with Jesus, what could be better? I just wish I could be with them or...anything.

Martin Luther liked to call Erasmus and pals "sleepy-headed."

Take THAT, papists!

School again

I always am glad to think I'm starting school again! Every summer I long for school. Every year I swear to be more studious (this rarely works out, but it's a good goal). Once again, I'm getting ready for school. Yay! The bad bit is...my parents aren't *quite* sure about curriculum yet. Never mind I may have to take history with Han again. I hate taking classes with my siblings. The only people that should have to worry about this are twins. Freshmen should not have to take classes with their sisters who are Juniors. Argh. Of course, this is God's providence. I shouldn't fight. But only homeschooling...*fist clench*

Don't get me wrong, I like homeschooling. But my favorite bit is the indepence of it. When I am behaving in a self-disciplined manner (about a fourth of the time) I don't want adults and older siblings ruining my precarious balance by adding a load of unnecessary suggestions, work, and rules (by this I mean the sort of extra ideas that learning must be done "exactly so" or "just this way" and other things that hurt my poor, stupid little head). I have grown up teaching myself, changing is so hard (this being one of the reasons I'm not sure I'll want to go to college. Bleh. The only reason I can see for going to college is getting a husband. Smart, I'm sure, but, really.

Well, I might have talked my parents into letting me take classes at the gummint school, but I don't like gummint schools. Public schools are full of clueless person who think I'm peculiar (I am of God's peculiar people...but they don't get it). I don't mind being thought weird, last year I relished it. However, once in a while I want people to understand what informs my frame of mind. I'm not stuck on boys or money or having fun (well, once in a while I get distracted...but I'm working on this). My life isn't these fading pleasures, I want solid joys. Sure, I love this world, God made it. But nobody gets it. I look at everything through the eyes my dad made for me by constantly reading Scripture, and talking about theology until my head was full of it. Anyway, public schools are filled with bad influences, distractions, and just...dumb people.

But I can't wait to throw myself back at Algebra and give it one more shot (I started it half-way through last year and am about half-way through). I'm hopeful.