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Prep schools are synonymous with success. 35% of prep schoolers are admitted to Ivy League universities, while only 0.01% (1 in 10,000) public schoolers make the cut. Bush, Obama, Trump, and Biden are prep schoolers. Half of the Supreme Court Justices are prep schoolers. The greatest tech icon billionaires, Bill Gates, Mark Zuckerberg, and Elon Musk, are prep schoolers. Though prep schoolers only make up ½ a percent of the population, 6 out of 9 Supreme Court Justices are prep schoolers. Founder and Headmaster, Britton LaTulippe, is a prep schooler, and he created Blue Manor Academy to be an elite prep school for Christian homeschoolers.
Every school claims to have a great language arts program, but we say “the proof is in the pudding.”
Read some of the essays our students produced during our Writing Mentorship Program and judge for yourself.
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Malia Trammell
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Hollybeth Miller
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Audrey Latulippe
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Malia Trammell
When I was four years old, I loved to chase bubbles. My mother blew them up for me, and I was delighted to watch them fly “up, up, up, and away!” I always wanted them to touch the sky. I never understood why they didn’t—why suddenly they turned and fell all the way down and popped. Thankfully, when a kid’s bubble bursts, he is only out a little soap, water, and a breath of his mother’s warm air.
Now that I’m older, I know about bigger bubbles that adults love to chase, but when those bubbles pop, they lose everything. There was one bubble that was so big adults still talk about the time when it popped. In fact, that bubble was so big and terrible when it broke, it earned a name for itself—Tulip Mania! “Tulip” was for the flower that caused the bubble, and “mania” was to describe how crazy it made the adults who chased it.
It all began in 1634 in the Netherlands, when a tulip sold for more than its worth. The flower was special because it had flames and two colors instead of one. This phenomenon was caused by a virus that made them die in just a couple of years, which made them extremely rare. A normal tulip sold for 2 florins, but this special one suddenly sold for 5! The new tulips came in all colors: red, yellow, orange, purple, and pink, but no one cared about these—it was the color gold that excited them.
The news spread—wonderful stories of poor men who desperately traded their last coins for tulip bulbs, and in a little time, the bulbs bloomed, and they were rich! A man could merely buy a bulb, and then quit his job and return home in a triumphal procession, with his children running to hug and kiss him, and his wife dancing and singing the praise of her hero and his financial genius! Feasts for your children, fine silk for your wife, and all you had to do was buy a tulip and wait a few days for the price to go up.
The taverns were flooded with tulip buyers! Men bought tulips—all the tulips they could afford, and what they could not afford, they bought on credit. The prices soared, higher and higher, until one day, a tulip sold for 2,500 florins—enough money to buy a mansion!
It was at these very heights that, suddenly, the bubble popped. The hero returned defeated—now a slave to the debt that he had raked in on himself from buying futures in the tulip market. His wife and children sobbed in his arms as he tried to explain the misfortune, all their dreams of being extravagantly rich thrown into the ditch. The children’s father returned to work the next day, and as he walked, he saw dead tulips trampled in the street, but he could not bear to look at them anymore.
Let this story be a lesson to all of you. Bubbles always pop. Perhaps in Heaven, bubbles will reach the sky and never pop, but here on Earth, they always do.
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Hollybeth Miller
“Dis… dis can’t be happenin’,” he thought, as the music stumbled to a stop. Thomas Dorsey looked up, smiling nervously. His eyes met President Calvin Coolidge, who was sitting in the front row. Sweat dripped from his brow onto the piano keys as he leaned forward, and with all his might, willed his fingers to play, but they only trembled.
“Tommy, you okay?” his bandmate whispered.
“My hands–they ain’t workin’!”
“You kiddin’?! Jes’ play like you always done.”
“I ain’t rememberin’ how!”
Eight months passed, and Thomas’ hands still couldn’t play. Was it stress, a lack of sleep, or did they suffer from over-exertion? Now, all his dreams of fame were ruined. As the silence surrounded him, memories of the past returned, along with the choices he made that brought him to this moment.
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“Is dis here where I put my fingers, Mama?” Thomas asked.
Etta Dorsey smiled at her son, who was only five years old and already eager to learn the piano.
“Very good, baby, just put your pinky on the G.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah, just like dat. Now run along and let yo mama practice her playin’.”
Thomas hesitated. “Mama, someday I wanna play like you.”
“Aww, baby, I hope you do. I hope you’ll play even betta.”
Thomas’s smile widened, and he skipped off to play.
Living in Villa Rica, Georgia, wasn’t easy. Thomas’s father was a Baptist minister and earned very little income, and his mother was a piano teacher.
As the years went by, things took a turn for the worse financially. Thomas’s father decided to move the family to Atlanta in hopes of better economic opportunities. However, things did not improve, and eventually, they were evicted from their home. Things continued to deteriorate. Thomas’s father had to stop preaching to find work that kept food on the table. Finally, Thomas dropped out of school and got odd jobs at a cheap comedy theater to help earn money for his family.
Thomas was angry. Why would God let this happen?
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12-year-old Thomas pushed through the crowd waiting to be seated. The smell of cigar smoke wafted through the air. Working at the comedy theater was way better than school: free drinks, shows, and food. He quickly stuffed another handful of peanuts into his mouth and sat down.
“Hey, boy! Where’s my hot dog?” a man shouted.
“People can’t wait for nuthin’,” Thomas thought as he started up, once again, to retrieve the food from a vendor outside.
“Back so soon?” the vendor asked.
“Yeah, another dog, please, with all the works,” Thomas replied.
A few minutes later, he handed the loaded hot dog to its owner and eagerly collected several cents. Another customer, satisfied. Thomas ducked into a storage room and quickly counted his earnings–35 cents. “That’s enough to buy a dozen eggs. Mama will be so pleased.” He rewrapped the coins in his handkerchief and stuck them back in his boot. He wouldn’t take the chance of losing any. Just as he tightened the laces, he heard, for the first time in his life, the slow ache of the piano blues tune drift in from the stage. Goosebumps crawled up Thomas’ dark arms as he listened. The keys were heavy and filled with sadness, but the rhythm flowed like it had a life of its own. Quickly, Thomas ran to the auditorium and burst through the doors. Several heads turned in his direction, and he heard a dozen “shhhhhhhh!” but he didn't care.
“Someday, I’m gonna play that there music better den anybody!”
“Would you shut up, kid?” someone yelled.
But Thomas didn’t hear; his thoughts were decades away, dreaming of the pianist he would become.
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As the years passed, he spent every spare minute at the piano, learning new skills, writing music, and recording records. Playing for parties and clubs became a regular occurrence. At age 17, Thomas moved to Chicago, where new opportunities awaited him. As his popularity grew, he started to tour with top blues artists such as Ma Rainey. His life was full. But why did he feel so empty?
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Thomas looked up at the tall arches and stained-glass windows. “Pilgrim Baptist Church,” a sign read. A deep voice drifted through the open doors, beckoning him inside. “If only I didn’t have this here gig tonight,” he thought. But he hesitated for several minutes, and then, shaking his head and stepping around the bikes parked on the curb, Thomas went up the stairs and through the church doors.
It was nearly full, but he found a seat in the back. The deep, resonant voice continued. As Thomas listened, memories of his childhood rushed to him: his father's preaching… losing the house… his anger at God. The service was ending, and he listened intently to the closing hymn:
I know a great Savior, I do; don’t you?
I live by His favor, I do; don’t you?...
The words were aimed right at him, and Thomas broke.
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Kneeling beside his quilt bedspread, he prayed:
“Precious Lord, I do wanna live for you. But how can I when I love my music so much?” Tears streamed down his face. “Do I gotta choose between You or the blues?” Suddenly, an idea formed in his mind. “What if I combine blues with sacred music? Blues' energy and emotional expressiveness could stir listeners and inspire them. Yeah, and I will call it Gospel music!”
Thomas quit his party gigs and set to work turning his ideas into reality. Unfortunately, churches were not as enthusiastic about “Gospel music.” They thought it seemed too “worldly” and unsuitable for worship, fearing it would be irreverent and turn worship into entertainment.
Thomas worked hard to convince them, but to no avail. The composition sales were low, and the income he received wasn’t enough to live on. Finally, he set it aside and returned to his old job.
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Thomas opened the restaurant door and walked in.
“Waiter, you gotta table?”
“I'm sorry we don’t have any clear. The only chair open is by that young lady sitting next to the window.”
“Thanks, I’ll take it,” Thomas said as he walked over.
“Pardon me, Ma’am, can I sit wid you? Ain’t no other tables open.”
Two beautiful brown eyes looked up at him. “Oh, uh, yeah, dat be fine.”
“Appreciate it. I’m Thomas Dorsey.”
“Nettie Harper,” she said as she tucked her short black hair behind her ear.
“You from around here?”
“I go to the same church you do, Mr. Dorsey.”
“What! How’s it I ain’t never seen you before?”
“I reckon you hadn’t been lookin’.”
“Well, now, I sure am– and look at you, just shinin’. You beautiful, you know dat?!”
“Well…I…Th-thank you…”
“You got me feelin’ like I already know the future, Nettie… and…. it’s me marryin’ you one day.”
“Gracious me, feeling bold today, are we!?”
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“I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Dorcey. Thomas, you may kiss your bride.” The crowd cheered as the happy couple walked down the aisle. Thomas had married his Nettie.
His fame grew as he continued touring with Ma Rainey, and Nettie became their new wardrobe mistress. Thomas’s life was thriving. But everything came crashing to a halt that fateful night, when his hands failed as he played for President Calvin Coolidge.
For the next two years, Thomas struggled with his disability and wondered why God seemed to be fighting against him. But, slowly and with much pain, Thomas regained his ability to play music. With his prayer answered, he decided to stop touring with Ma Rainey and begin composing his Gospel music again.
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Thomas lifted the last suitcase into the trunk of his black Packard and slammed the hatch. “It’s only gon’ be a week, Nettie. You sure you won’t be comin’?”
“Oh, Thomas, I wish. But I feel ready to burst with dis baby.”
“Well, thought I’d ask one more time," Thomas chuckled. “You take good care of yourself, you hear.”
“I will be, Thomas Dorsey! Now go so you can come back to me!”
“Yes, ma’am!”
Starting the engine, Thomas crawled into the Packard and pulled away. “I love you, Nettie Dorsey,” Thomas yelled as he turned the corner and she disappeared from his sight.
Thomas looked at his pocket watch and sighed happily. He was on his way to the Ebenezer Conference, where he would finally perform his Gospel music! After all the rejection and criticism from the churches in Chicago, he was finally given a chance to prove himself. As evening came, Thomas neared his destination. One of the gospel songs he had written two years earlier burst through his lips.
I will trust in the Lord,
I will trust in the Lord,
I will trust in the Lord,
Until I die.
Pulling into the Conference center, Thomas prayed, “I will trust in you, Lord, for everything that may come my way.”
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Nettie Dorcey squeezed the water out of the baby romper once more before hanging it on the clothesline beside a little cardigan. Thomas had been gone for five days, and she was missing him. Humming one of her husband’s songs, she stood back, surveying all the baby clothes washed and drying.
“Well, bout time this baby done come,” she said to herself. “Just a few more weeks and we gon’ be good.” As she picked up the laundry basket, sharp pain filled her abdomen, and she doubled over. “Is the baby comin’ now? Somethin’ doesn’t feel right!”
“Lord, help me…” she moaned.
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Thomas quickly ran his hand over his forehead, wiping away beads of sweat. Tonight was the night.
A microphone squeaked loudly as a short, round man stepped up to speak. “I hope everyone is enjoying this week. I know I am. Tonight, we have a special guest for our worship time. Please welcome, Mr. Thomas Dorsey.”
As Thomas walked onto the stage, the room erupted with applause.
“Thank ya, thank ya. I’m obliged to be…” Thomas stopped abruptly as a hand tapped him urgently from behind. He turned to find a young telegraph messenger handing him a small folded piece of paper.
“Sorry to bother you, mister, but I was told to have you read this right away!” the messenger said as he bowed and left quickly.
Thomas muttered an apology to the crowd and stepped offstage.
Fingering the paper, Thomas quickly unfolded the telegram with shaking hands. “Who would send me a telegram unless it was an emergency?” There were only eight words written:
THOMAS HURRY HOME STOP NETTIE JUST DIED STOP
Thomas drove the eight hours home in grief and disbelief. Surely there must be some mistake.
But there was not. Thomas’s beloved Nettie had died in childbirth. There was no reasonable explanation. Then, not 24 hours later, Thomas’s newborn son also died without a diagnosis.
The funeral was held several days later at Pilgrim Baptist Church.
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“Was the funeral hard for you, Tommy?” his friend asked.
A broken sigh escaped his lips, “I entered the church and looked down that long aisle which led to the altar where my wife and baby lay in the same casket. I started to walk the procession, and the aisle grew longer and longer before me. My legs got weak, my knees wouldn't work right, and my eyes became blind with a flood of tears. There, Nettie lay; Cold. Unmoving. Unspeaking! And I didn’t even get to say goodbye! Why? Why!” Thomas screamed. “Why did God do this to me?”
“Tommy, Tommy, God didn’t do this to you.”
“He abandoned me!”
“I don’t believe that. You are speaking of a precious Lord. He doesn't always keep us from harm, but he promised always to take our hand and lead us on.”
“Yea, Precious Lord, I can’t go on! Precious Lord, I don’t wanna live anymore!”
Sobbing, Thomas crumbled to the floor, his pain too much to bear.
“Come on, Thomas,” his friend said softly, “Get up. You’ve always expressed your feelings through your music. Why not try it now?”
“Where do I start?” Thomas cried. “There ain’t no songs to speak to the ache I feel.”
“Then sing from your heart.”
Thomas slowly walked to the piano and ran his fingers across the cold ivory keys. Then, in the stillness of the moment, he sang:
Precious Lord…” A sob caught in his throat, but he played through it.
“Take my hand. Lead me on, help me stand.” His voice quivered.
“I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
lead me on to the light,
Take my hand, Precious Lord,
and lead me home…”
Each key he pressed became a step towards peace.
“…When my way grows drear,
Precious Lord, linger near,
When my life is almost gone,
Hear my cry, hear my call,
Hold my hand lest I fall,
Take my hand, Precious Lord, lead me home.
When the darkness appears,
And the night draws near,
And the day is past and gone,
At the river I stand,
Guide my feet, hold my hand,
Take my hand, Precious Lord, lead me home.”
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With God’s help, Thomas overcame his grief and in 1940, married Kathryn Mosely and fathered two more children. He went on to write over 200 gospel songs, but his most popular Hymn was, and still is, Precious Lord. Thomas Dorsey will forever be remembered as the Father of Gospel Music.
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Audrey Latulippe
Oh, Baldwin, poor Baldwin, “Don’t you know, the good guys don’t always win?” Yet, with the faith of a child, you set out to conquer Saladin. Your generals tried to warn you, “3,000 is no match for 30,000,” but you said God was on your side.
Baldwin, only 16 years old and sick with leprosy, could not be dissuaded. The Holy City was under siege, and he believed he could save it. Gathering his small band of crusaders, he set out for Jerusalem.
On the way, Baldwin won a battle against a small detachment of Saladin's men. This increased his confidence. But the experienced soldiers knew that this was hardly a reason to hope. Even though the battle was small, they had already received heavy casualties which was sure to slow them down. Now it was near impossible to reach Jerusalem before Saladin and the Muslim army, but Baldwin wouldn’t listen and gave the order to press on.
The men were not pleased with this order, and who could blame them? Exhausted and wounded from the skirmish, the soldiers could not imagine the agonizing ride to Jerusalem, not to speak of the battle that awaited them there.
The only way to catch the Muslims was to ride at full speed, day and night. Some could not make the journey and were left behind. Now there were only 2,000 men. However, as their numbers decreased, their speed increased, and they made it to Ascalon (a city not far from Jerusalem).
When Saladin received word that Baldwin had reached Ascalon, he marched to meet him.
Inside the city, there were fewer men than Baldwin had hoped for, and even less weapons. But even so, Baldwin led his soldiers out of the city walls to face Saladin.
The battle lasted less than a few minutes. Hopelessly outnumbered, as his generals had warned him many times, Baldwin gave the order to retreat. Finally, a sensible order which was gladly received, and the men dashed back into the city.
Saladin looked on at the city. It wouldn’t be much trouble to take, but it could delay his attack on Jerusalem. So he decided it would be best to continue his march. Baldwin wouldn’t dare to follow him with so few men. But, undaunted by defeat, Baldwin did dare!
As soon as the Muslims were out of sight, Baldwin gathered up his forces. Baldwin had received word that the Knights Templar had left Gaza and were riding to their aid. Baldwin saw this as a sign.
Leaving Ascalon, they pursued the Muslims along the coast, where they joined up with the King Templar. To his surprise, the Templars only arrived with 100 knights and about 1000 foot soldiers. The Templars were also surprised—Baldwin had far fewer men than they’d anticipated.
Now they must turn back! Even combined, they were still outnumbered ten to one! But Baldwin would not give up. Instead, he ordered the “Relic of the True Cross” be raised in front of the troops, thinking this would make up for his lack of men. Then, helped down from his horse, the leper king kneeled before the piece of cross and prayed for victory. Then King Baldwin gave the order, and the Crusaders charged!
Saladin was taken by total surprise. Part of his force had been held up by supplies, while another part had broken off into raiding parties across the countryside. The horses were tired from the long march, and the cold had left them weak. The Muslims scrambled to make battle lines, but it was too late. Baldwin’s men easily cut through the panicked disarrayed line. The Muslims were killed by the thousands. Saladin managed to escape by mounting the fastest camel and abandoning his men.
Baldwin and his men held a glorious celebration!
Stories of how the young leper king defeated Sultan Saladin spread far and wide. Some called the king a military genius, some said it was just luck, but Baldwin knew it was God.
While the core curriculum provides students with all they need academically, it is through live mentorships, classes, and clubs that the biggest breakthroughs often occur. Classes give students the chance to ask questions; mentorships provide the opportunity to receive personalized instruction from a master; clubs allow students to meet, collaborate, and socialize with other students from all over the world.




The monitorial (student-led) system of education is the hallmark of elite prep schools. While it is best for masters to teach higher-level subjects, it is equality important to give students opportunities for leadership and agency. At BMA, all students can start a Kids-Teach-Kids channel, helping them gain mastery through teaching. They also have opportunities to lead clubs and even some entry-level classes, and have their work published in the Academy! In fact, this very homepage was coded by a Blue Manor student, and some of our photography students contributed the video and images. With only a little adult supervision, our Chess Club is entirely run by our three-time Idaho State Chess Champion. Our learning games are developed by our coding club and art club, and writers in our mentorship program have published some of the best short stories and essays in our library. Instead of merely striving for “good grades,” our students work to leave a legacy that inspires and marvels future generations.




While more and more online schools are turning to AI chatbots, machine learning, and virtual realities, Blue Manor Academy is committed to maintaining a literature-based curriculum. Books have the human touch, and it gives them a depth, richness, and beauty that soulless bots can’t replicate. However, our literature-based curriculum has many modern features, such as scrolling text (which is easier to follow) and audio so that students can rest their eyes. Or, when a subject is especially important or complex, they may listen and read along at the same time, a practice that drastically improves comprehension and retention.

Blue Manor Academy acknowledges the supremacy of Christ and His dominion over all things, including this school. While other Christian programs are classical with a sprinkle of Christianity, BMA is Christian with a sprinkle of classical. Our students read the Bible cover to cover before graduation, explore the writings of the early Church fathers, memorize scripture, study Church history, and learn Christian ethics and virtues. While our school is non-denominational and we leave the teaching of specific denominational doctrines to pastors, priests, and parents, we believe in the Trinity, and are strong advocates of traditional Christian values.
When schools subvert truth to promote political agendas, the best students become the least educated. Sadly, political actors have taken over many American schools, and they are writing and rewriting the nation's textbooks. However, at Blue Manor Academy, we know that God is watching our words, and so we are committed to being as truthful as humanly possible, whether it is politically correct or not.

Customizable
An elite education is always custom-tailored. Children have unique dreams, so they must have a unique learning path. This is the hardest thing for people to understand. Parents always wonder why Blue Manor Academy doesn’t have a preplanned learning schedule or a day-to-day lesson outline. But how could we? It might take one child five days to master a skill or concept that another child learns in five minutes. Every child has unique strengths and weaknesses; each child has distinct ambitions and abilities. A great curriculum molds itself to the child, not the child to the curriculum.
At Blue Manor Academy, we begin with a pre-ordered curriculum divided into grade levels, but it serves only as a starting point. Parents have the power to add, subtract, move, or replace all books and lessons. Is there too much math for your child? Remove some. Not enough? Put some more in. Has your daughter already read a particular book? Swap it out for another. Would your son prefer to read Jack London’s Call of the Wild instead of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility? Let him – they are both great books. Would you prefer your children not read books that feature “magic,” such as The Wizard of Oz? Remove them from the Library, and your children will never see them. Don’t want your children playing learning games? Lock them. We trust that parents know best for their children.



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Blue Manor Academy has revolutionized our school in such a wonderful way! This is not just about education; it's about raising godly world-changers. The emphasis on godly character is so unique to this program. They teach history that I was never taught myself in engaging, meaningful ways. Britton personally teaches master classes to explain math concepts, history, public speaking, and more. There is a memorization section to help students memorize Bible verses, poetry, great historical speeches, skip counting, and more. They have an opportunity for the kids to teach other kids what they have learned. The vision is huge, and we are so excited to be a part of this incredible movement of godly people
Before coming to Blue Manor, after my younger kids were done with their school with me, they were just done for the day. Now they are able to continue learning on their own because the curriculum is also recorded on audio. My older students are also learning so much valuable information. I have never been one that liked having much screen time, but my husband and I believe this is truly the best option for our family. We only allow the sites they need for school, and I am confident that they are learning quality, enriching material when they are on their devices. It truly has been such a blessing to our family. I appreciate that Britton puts his books that explain his methodology in the parent's library so you can understand where he is coming from without having to purchase additional books (although I also own hard copied because they are just so good). This program is quite affordable and truly is in a class of its own. I can't recommend it enough!
Let's change the world by raising kids for greatness together!
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Blue Manor Academy is something different in a very good way. Besides providing content on the fundamentals, Blue Manor Academy has things like Wisdom and Church heroes!!! Who teaches stuff like that nowadays?! Starting my kids in Blue Manor was a breath of fresh air compared to the many other things out there. I feel like I'm giving my children access to something really special that will help them excel in life. What really puts it over the top is the passion and commitment of Britton LaTulippe, the head of Blue Manor Academy. Besides the kids' content, Britton puts out videos and content for parents that really helps you feel connected to the academy and really understand Britton's vision for the academy. He is very available and responsive through the Raising Children for Greatness facebook page. Blue Manor Academy has been a blessing to both our kids and us. My wife and I strongly recommend Blue Manor Academy for kids (and parents).
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Our family is so grateful for Blue Manor Academy. My children constantly ask me, “Can we do more Blue Manor?” They especially love Kids Teach Kids, and I do too! Not only do we enjoy listening to other Blue Manor students, but the students are very knowledgeable and their videos truly teach us new and exciting things. The Master Talks provide valuable insight on a wide range of important topics - history, current events, finance, speech, etc. The information is not ‘dumbed down’ for children, but it is expressed in simple ways that children can understand and apply in their lives. The Phonics book is so quick and easy to work through with young children as well. My 4-year-old was so proud of herself as she began reading words within the first few lessons! I could go on and on…. But instead, I will just say, Thank you, LaTullipe Family! You have built a wonderful online academy that has truly blessed our homeschool life.
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This is the best preschool curriculum I've seen out there! It is very professional, organized, and easy to teach and learn from. We started using it with my son when he was under 2 years old, and he LOVES it! He asks to do "school" every day and has so much FUN learning. He never stops surprising my husband and I with how much he remembers.
It is great how you can start teaching the more basic components of the curriculum to a child so young. The best part is that it is faith-based and teaches from a Biblical worldview. Definitely recommends this curriculum to anyone with preschool-aged children!!!
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Very fun read!! Beautiful pictures! My son's favorite story was Kip's Hunt. He loved the wolf with the glowing yellow eyes!
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We started homeschooling last year for preschool, and couldn't quite figure out exactly what we wanted to do. So, this year for kindergarten we were blessed to find Blue Manor ebooks, and it has been so wonderful for us. The kids are absolutely loving it!
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This is another book that my son loves. I think you guys need to keep writing these because Humble Before a Tumble and this book really impart the lesson of humility in such a clear and entertaining way. My son loves the illustrations. We love your books!
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My family and I went to the homeschool convention in Nampa. I was able to meet you and your wife and go to your class. I really enjoyed it! I also bought your phonics book and the other books that came in the two other beginning reader books.
On our way home from the convention I started reading the books to my children and they were glued! They were laughing and love them! When we came home my seven-year-old daughter who has never been able to pick up a book and read it cheerfully by herself just picked up the book and started reading every page. She loves it! She read all six stories in the beginner book. She's read them all now three or four times. She calls her grandma and had her come over so she could read to her. She loves to read now and wants to get better and better.
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We had a great time doing preschool and kindergarten with Blue Manor Academy! My son did so well! He learned how to read his first books in preschool and is now reading simple chapter books like Captain Underpants! He really enjoyed the vocabulary section where he got to learn about a lot of different things. He even wanted to expand on it by watching videos or reading more about it. He enjoyed watching some of the math videos, also. They had him laughing. He will take his notebook and write his own math problems and answer them. Thank you guys for putting this curriculum together!
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I started using the 5-min. Phonics book with my 4 year old and after what seemed like a few short lessons she was reading words! This was such a boost of confidence for her. Every time we sit down to work with it she literally pleads with me to do more and more lessons.
This program also helped immensely in giving me the confidence I needed to help her. It walked me right through what I needed to do as the teacher. It’s been so fun watching her learn and grow. We both really enjoy our time working together in the 5min phonics book.
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Encourages and develops strong reading skills, all in short and fun lessons. I love seeing my daughter grab this book and try reading it on her own! Highly recommend this book for all young readers!

