I'm raising minority children.
They only speak one language, have parents with the same last name, only one set of grandparents and live in an affordable house with a decent yard.
Whatever will become of them?
That's what I wondered all year long as my kids attended school in Lawrenceville.
But when I dropped my 13 year old off at church camp yesterday, I found the majority.
Up there in the North Georgia mountains, they had gathered. They were white and tall and pretty. They were dressed neatly in pants that fit with non-offending t-shirts. They spoke politely, waited in lines without complaining and drove shiny, clean SUVs.
They were The Methodists.
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We also have those same kids here in Catholic School.
Haha. The only difference is the Catholic kids will be sneaking flasks to the camp-out and seducing the counselors on the nature hike.
I grew up Catholic.
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