![]() ![]() Which he couldn’t do because he didn’t know/had forgotten how carrying works. It was a third-grade adding-columns-of-numbers book like the dollar store sells. Every time I asked him about school he’d say he was really studying hard, then (over skype) I got him to show me his ‘Math reviewing’. Last fall, I had a heart-to-heart with Charlie via skype and his desires to join the military and Do Exciting Things do not at all jib with what he knows. I didn’t want to call the police on my own parents. I still believed my parents could turn this around and teach Charlie like they taught the rest of us. I should have called the police on them years ago. “We haven’t started the unit on that yet, that’s the next grade, we’re taking break for Nov/Dec because of all the holidays and we’ll start again in Jan, I just ordered this great new curriculum…” I never spent very much time at home for various reasons I won’t get into, but my cousin would tell me Charlie doesn’t know this, or Charlie doesn’t know that so I’d talk to my parents and they always had a reason. I knew on one level things were slacking, but I was wrapped up in my life, finishing college, and getting the hell out of my hometown. I’m the oldest and I moved to another state when Charlie was seven, and moved out the house when he was four. One of my other brothers taught Charlie to read when he was ten. Since they live in a state with zero government oversight (BECAUSE FREEDOM!) they got away with it. They kept Charlie home and didn’t teach him anything. My parents decided to home-school Charlie (PUBLIC SCHOOL EVIL! DRUGS! GANGS! ROCK MUSIC!) except by then they were both tired of the time commitment and just…didn’t. ![]() My siblings and I were all home-schooled, and we all turned out all right, finished school, have decent jobs…until tale-end Charlie was born twelve years after the rest of us.
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