I like to say that I was very homeschooled because we had goats. Milk goats to be exact. I drank goat’s milk daily, especially chocolate goat’s milk, which was very creamy. I needed it to fatten me up as a very scrawny and awkward homeschooled teenage boy. For a year or two, every night I would stay up late watching Murder She Wrote, eating a bowl of Top Ramen, and drinking a tall glass of chocolate goat’s milk. For whatever reason, this strikes me as a supremely homeschool kind of behavior.
Login to read more
Sign in or create a free account to access Subscriber-only content.
Topics:
