I wish we still had recess...
Imagine you’re back in middle school, but not your ordinary school—your fantasy school. That’s right. Imagine not waking up until you feel like waking up, trudging to class in your pajamas where your mom awaits you with fresh eggs and OJ. These are a few of the perks of home schooling. And after you’ve had enough school for the day, you can just grumble at your mother and she’ll feel sorry for you and send you out to play. I was homeschooled as a child, and to be honest, I’m missing the lax environment right about now. I wish I could tell Dr. Van Cantfort that I’ve just worked too hard today and I need to take a nap. The same persuasions that worked on your mother don’t work so well on college professors.
That’s the problem with the fantasy home-school. It’s a fantasy. In my experience homeschooling was void of the real-world lessons that are so important to maturing. Imagine if you were completing your undergraduate degree completely through online courses. You’d miss out on the discussion-based classes you enjoy here, and you’d never get a chance to know your professors. You’d never learn that Monday night probably isn’t the best time for a toga party, or that you can only bullshit so much before you get caught with smelly hands. The interaction and life-lessons that we cherish in college are just as important in K-12. Homeschool didn’t provide me that.
So when I entered the public school system in 7th grade, I was fresh meat. I don’t know if you remember, but 7th grade is vicious. To this day I am more scared of middleschoolers than venomous snakes. In middle school kids start fighting for their position on the social hierarchy. I started out on the bottom, and my bowl cut, freckles and shy demeanor didn’t help any. I was officially a dork.
Today, I am still a dork. Thank God. Somewhere along the line, probably in my first few years of college, I have gained a confidence in myself which borders on cockiness. I still have the remnants of my bowl cut and every one of my freckles. I’m in theatre and my biggest idol is Shakespeare. When I’m not comfortable, I’m just as shy as I was in 7th grade. And yet I still got over it. My comfort today came out of the struggle I faced to fit in all throughout my public school experience. If I hadn’t been homeschooled, I doubt I would be the same person I am today. Homeschool doesn’t equip you with social skills you need to survive in middle-school and beyond, but like my first Monday night toga party, that can be a life lesson in itself. Therefore, I can’t just flat out say that homeschooling is bad. It is never the circumstances that define an outcome, but rather the reaction.