I have a high school education. It is no secret. I didn't want to go to college. When senior year students were asked what they were their goals for the future mine was not a typical answer. I wanted to be a mother and a wife. I wanted to be what they call today a homemaker. I am pretty good at it these days too.
The reason I mention my level of education is because I am in fact just average. I don't consider my self worldly or scholarly. I think I am a reasonably intellegent person. I am still learning things today, so my mind is not stagnant. For someone not to know first grade basics as an adult still floors me, even though I know it is out there, but a WHOLE FAMILY OF THREE GENERATIONS? But wait, let me explain before I get ahead of myself.
I would not expect someone from another country to know or really care how many states there are in the United States, nor would I expect them to know and name each and every state. I would expect someone that has been raised in the US and is a typical American to know these things. Especially how many states there are.
So what am I talking about. Well, on the way back from the fair we stopped at Broadway Diner in Stockbridge. It is a very nice diner that has any kind of food you can think of from Breakfast food toGreek to American to Mexican cuisine. A very unique place. Ian, Shelby and I were sitting there at our table eating our meal when a family caught our attention in the corner booth. You just about couldnt help but hear their conversation because it was just so....well, DUMB. There was Grandma and Grandpa, Mom and Dad, and a girl, a teenager. Out of all these folks, there was a thirty fourty minute conversation that went something like this.
How many states are there in the United States?
I don't know, lets see I think there are fifty two.
No, no, I think there are 48.
No, there are fifty states.
No, I know there are at least 52.
Okay well lets name them all then...someone write them down as we name them.
(Now I will spare you the headache of listening to them all try to name the states.)
Isnt Puerto Rico a state? (WHAT??????????)
Yeah yeah, I think it is.
What about Hawaii? Is it a state?
Wait, what about Mexico, isnt it part of the United States? (?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?)
What about those islands, you know...down there...Cuba? Or something? Are they part of the US?
(Waitress comes) Hey lets ask our waitress, she will know. How many states are there in the US?
Waitress: Umm fifty.
(There is more debate, so much that the waitress starts to doubt her own answer, says she will have to go back to the back and ask some of her coworkers)
Now I hope she didnt go back there and ask. I am thinking she went back there to tell what a bunch of nincompoops were at her table.
This went on and on...Ian and I kept raising our eyebrows at each other and laughing quietly.
Finally they get up to leave and the Grandpa starts to ask me. I looked at him with a small grin and said,
"Well sir, there are fifty states. I better know these kinds of things as I teach my daughter, she is homeschooled."
He tried to debate with me, but I was having none of it. I told him there were in fact fifty states. I knew at one time Puerto Rico had tried to become part of the US, but it didnt happen.
So Ian goes to pay the check. We wait about ten or fifteen minutes for these ninnies to straighten out who was going to pay what and squabbling over what who was going to pay and who was not going to pay for this...on and on. Finally our waiter came up and took Ians check and got us out of there.
Now I would expect that SOMEONE would have known how many states are in the US out of that whole bunch...but no.
Makes me glad I homeschool. Good grief. What are they teaching in school?
Now if I sound snooty or self righteous I am not trying to come off like that at all. I just could not believe that basic information about where you live is not known by people that live here. Even immigrants coming into the country legally have to take a test...and I bet that is probably one of the questions they have to know.
Okay...so hope you all got a laugh, or a cry, or whatever emotion this evoked out of this entry. For me, I had to pick my jaw up off the restaurant floor when I heard it.