Like Gary said... the fathers aren't too well educated, and the cycle continues with the next generation. Not that I counted anyway, being just a girl. But I remember trying to read my school books in the car on the way to the meetings. I'd go out to the car again, after the meeting and try to do my homework under the streetlight while they had one of their long winded elder's meetings. Fortunately, I was a speed reader and managed to do fairly well in school. Not that anyone cared. School wasn't very important, as long as I didn't get held back a grade, because that could delay my graduation and pioneering.
I worked with an elder who was a mail carrier. He had many pretexts to stop by the Post Office on his day off, so we could all get a look at him in his suit, tie, and snappy italian leather shoes. That meant the world to him, to hear people say, "Wow, T, check you out! You look so nice, all dressed up! What's the occasion?" Then he could strut and tell us that he was a minister of Jehoopla, and he had a talk tonight at the Kingdumb Hall! I think he was partly sincere in his belief the Dubs had the truth, and partly puffed up with his own importance from all the admiration he got. This man is Hispanic, and I don't think (not positive tho) he finished high school. But he was somebody important in the congregation, and that's hard to give up.