My friend Sam wrote this in her journal earlier this year. Like most college students, we both have existential epiphanies at 3 am during midterms. I talk about the Box a lot. It’s my term for fundamentalism and growing up homeschooled and isolated. My early school years were all in a converted storage closet withContinueContinue reading “Philosophy and the Box: Thoughts at 3 a.m.”
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I can’t save my siblings
Growing up homeschooled means you get a lot more time with your siblings than other kids. As an older sibling, it also means you have much more responsibility for them. My parents told me I didn’t need friends, I had my siblings. They also told me I was the example for them, the prototype. ThisContinueContinue reading “I can’t save my siblings”
Three year anniversary: #WhyILeft Fundamentalism
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fQ0JSImpzM Three years ago yesterday, I left my parents’ house. They’d delivered an ultimatum: transfer from UCCS to Bob Jones University or move out. I chose freedom. Last year, someone told me, “That’s one thing I love about you. You’re incredibly American, in the most fundamental way. You’d rather be free than comfortable.” Which isContinueContinue reading “Three year anniversary: #WhyILeft Fundamentalism”
Why the little purple alien in ‘Home’ is me
I’ve always known I was weird. An entire table of public school kids crowded around me in driving school, peppering me with questions. I was one of two homeschooled kids in the classroom. Elsie, the other girl, and I later became friends. We both felt like outsiders, but I told my mom later that I feltContinueContinue reading “Why the little purple alien in ‘Home’ is me”
Internalization, boundaries, and me
Communication is amazing, when it actually happens. It’s cliche, but both sides have to be willing to exchange and receive information. I’m trying to talk to my parents again. This is a choice I have made, not out of obligation. I’m told that I’m naïve, but there’s this little flicker of optimism inside me that refuses toContinueContinue reading “Internalization, boundaries, and me”
Eleanor Skelton 