This is my post for #freewriters prompt education is a right hosted by @mariannewest.
When I was a child, the road from my school to my home was paved for half of the way, the last 5 miles were all sugar sand, and to keep from getting stuck, you had to let most of the air out of your tires to get to my house. Because of this, the school bus would not come to my house. My mother had to take us to school and pick us up.
I loved school, math was my favorite subject. I got in trouble one time, it was in grade school, I think 3rd or 4th grade. A boy was picking on me and I bloodied his nose. I did not punch him, I was swinging my arm away when he tried to grab me. All I can say is, the boy was a bleeder.
In fourth grade, I had my favorite teacher Mrs. Esbson. Every day after lunch she would read to us from either Nancy Drew or The Hardy boys books, if we were good she would read an extra chapter.
In 7th grade, Dad hired a tutor to teach us at home, but he could only get 9th grade books for me. In 8th grade I went to a private school and they did not have 8th grade books, I had the same 9th grade books. In 9th grade, we moved to Missouri and I had the same Math, History, and English books as I had since 7th grade. I was a straight-A student with the teacher's editions at home.
The next school year I was to start 10th grade and my Dad told me that I would not be going back to school, he said "a woman does not need an education". He made me quit. In his mind there was no education is a right. Years later, I went to classes to get my GED and passed at an 11th grade average.
photo is mine I am in the front row, 2nd one from the far right. The boy who I bloodied his nose is the 3rd person from the right, next to me.
