I dropped my daughter off at school this morning, loaded my son onto his bus. Later on, I will be visiting my son's a.m. classroom. I'm trying to work myself up for this visit. When you step into a room full of three- and four-year-olds, there's a certain energy that kind of drains you after about an hour and a half. The kids want to take you by the hand, lead you around, talk to you, give you food that you don't really want to eat. However, just seeing my son's reaction when I step into his classroom will be worth it.
I'm nearing the end of my reading of The Wilder Life, and I'm becoming a little annoyed with the author. Wendy McClure is coming off as a little bit of an elitist. On her forays into "Laura World," she encounters a lot of Christian people. Some of these Christians are on the fringe, preparing for the Rapture by living on compounds and learning how to make soap and yarn. Other Christian people she encounters are home schoolers and a little on the fundamentalist side. McClure seems to treat any Christian she meets like a child. She seems to think that her approach to Laura World is somehow better because she's more academic and, therefore, a little jaded. The attitude she exudes borders on condescension at times. At least for me.
Do I look crazy? |
I'm hoping McClure does something in the last pages of her book to redeem herself, although it's a slight hope. I think she's pretty satisfied with herself. As I read her book, I can almost see her smirking behind every word. Perhaps I'm being too harsh. Perhaps I'm tired and hungry. Perhaps I'm transferring some of my latent hostility toward my present economic situation onto McClure and her book.
Saint Marty isn't playing well with others at the moment.
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