Being
home schooled for the very first time was one of the best experiences
I had in my educational life so far. I was seven-years-old and in the
second grade when my mother withdrew my siblings and me out of our
prestigious, private Christian school. The price for one child to
attend that school was sky high. Sending three children there any
longer was out of the question, and my parents defiantly did not want
to send us to a public school.
I had no idea what would
it be like to be home schooled. The idea of receiving an education at
home sounded strange, but not impossible. My sister, Avia, was
devastated by this news. Her life as a social butterfly came to it's
gruesome end. As for me and my four-year-old brother, Tim, we did not
protest.
In order to attend our
“new school”, we needed books and supplies. The first time I
entered a home-educator's store, I truly felt like I was at home. The
room was dark and there were book shelves lined right next to each
other like the buildings in New York City. Being in a jam-packed room
was actually comforting. Mother purchased all of the tools we needed
to begin our new schooling lifestyle.
I thought that home
schooling was a blast after I started. My new lessons opened a new
world of possibilities. The wonders of the ocean, the mysteries of
outer space, and stories that were both imaginary and factual entered
my mind and danced to different rhythms. At this age, school never
interested me until I started learning from my mom. Play and work
unified in my head.
As for Avia, being home
schooled was a nightmare. She described the plain, white walls of her
bedroom closing in on her. Without her network of companions, she
felt as if she were the last person on Earth.
Home schooling for the
very first time will always be a memory dear to my heart. Our field
trips fascinated me, my lessons filled me with wonder, and my
normally timid nature popped open its ridges, revealing a beautiful
flower called my mind. Who knew that I could learn so many things
about the world in the comfort of my home.
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