Overcoming Challenges: A Homeschooling Journey

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The Importance of Change “If you don’t complete your assignments, we will have no other choice, but to put you in public school” was a typical threat in the Settle household. When my oldest brother, Jacob, would come home from kindergarten, He was always frustrated and distressed. My parents talked to his teachers and discussed the possibility that he may have a learning disability. Later on, Jacob was diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome. At the time, the school system was more concerned with helping and praising those who did well in school, rather than taking the time and effort to help those that were really struggling. Naturally, my parents decided that it was in our best interest to homeschool all of their kids. Seven hours of school is …show more content…

As my siblings and I grew older, my sister, Lois, began to adore the idea of going to public school and being “normal”. I, on the other hand, never had a good connotation with the words “public school.” If anything, the thought of public school scared me to death. I know that may sound a bit dramatic, but keep in mind, I never had any experience or any knowledge, for that matter, of what public school was really like, other than what I knew from watching High school Musical. Which by the way, is nothing like “real” high school. Growing up, I was always known as the super sensitive one, compared to my eight siblings, I was very codependent on my family, I also, had this naive perception that there was only good in the world. Although, I saw public school as a horrible punishment, in the end I realized that without the experience, I would not be …show more content…

Therefore, I was very dependent on my family and friends. Anytime someone new tried to talk to me, I could always count on at least one of my sisters, to be standing right by my side, answering any question they threw at me. One of the things that scared me the most about public school was the number of hours I would be away from my family, after all, they were my interpreters and protectors. After the first few weeks, when everything started to settle down, that’s when I realized “I can do this.” The whole communication and conversation was not as horrible as I imagined it to be. In fact, people were really quite pleasant to me, being the “new girl” and all. I started to make list, which may not seem to be a big deal, but it was a big step for me. Since, previously, I thought that list were just something mothers made for groceries, or the elderly made due their forgetfulness. I was wrong. I came to realize, that it was an independency thing, not an age or gender thing. They had so much responsibilities that they had to write them all down, in order to remember them

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