The easiest way to find out what people think of you is to ask them, and usually after some prying, you can get it out of them if they’re friends enough. This was the scenario today.

Since almost all my co-workers are fellow seminarians we get into all kinds of deep theological questions like matters concerning the problem of evil, the rationality of hell, determinism, and whether we would let our kids marry shortly after puberty as is well-nigh the argument of a below-tagged New Testament professor here at Southeastern. Of course, none of us have kids, but we like to speculate equally on this subject as we do on others of which we have none, like sovereignty. So, what most naturally arose during this conversation on raising children to be mature adults by foregoing this recent phenomenon “adolescent” (cf. The Myth of Adolescence) except homeschooling.

In the course of the discussion it came out that two of my friends and coworkers with whom I’ve now been acquainted for approximately a year both thought I was homeschooled.

“What, so you really thought I was homeschooled?!”

“I had to ask.”

“Gandhi.”

No, I was not homeschooled! I reckon my mom would have killed me and my older brother by now had we been homeschooled.