unschoolers
Solomon is an unschooler! You live in a world of heathens and then, suddenly, by accident, you stumble upon a believer.*
This makes my day. And secures the fact that I really like Solomon. He's funky, but nice; different, but kind. He was in kickboxing with me last quarter and he's one of the few people who still says hi to me. We just talked in the writing center and...eee! He said he was homeschooled and it wasn't for religious reasons. So I asked if he was homeschooled or unschooled - cautiously presenting that word in the unlucky scenario that he knew what it meant - and he said, "Unschooled." My eyes got big. "You know what that is?" Oh dear, oh dear. Hurrah for the believers* lurking among us. I have this idea of getting together all the people on campus who were unschooled or liberally homeschooled next quarter sometime and just saying, "Hi. I think we should know each other." And then, of course, preach the gospel of Camp and try to get them there if they're of age or to Quo Vadis or at least on to wiki. ::blissful sigh::
(On another note: I have felt so much less pinned down and depressed this past week. A great weight has been lifted. Part processing, part Prozac. Unfortunately, the sickness is back. I've been dizzy almost every morning, having hot flashes, being nauseas, not knowing when I'm hungry etc. I swear to g-d: if I'm depressed, than my body feels good; if my body feels bad, I'm not depressed. Urg.)
*I'm aware that this is a terrible metaphor, but I love it.