I have always loved words. I love to write them. I love to analyze them. But mostly, I love to read them. I love words because they tell stories. So here’s mine.
Before I started school, my parents decided to home school my sisters and me. They bought the books, set up a “school room,” and proceeded to give me the best education I could have asked for. It probably wasn’t until late elementary school that I realized that this was anything out of the ordinary. Between my four sisters, home school group, church activities, and 4-H, I was rarely lonely and for the most part, blissfully ignorant of the “oddity” I was experiencing.
In 7th grade, I joined the speech team at the local high school and got my first taste of public school. Or gulp. It was a bit overwhelming. There were also times when I felt like being homeschooled had cheated me out of valuable life experiences (like eating in a school cafeteria and sitting in desks for half my day…).
It wasn’t until I started attending college that I began to truly appreciate the education I had received. By my junior and senior years of high school, I was taking several PSEO classes and much of my coursework was largely self-directed. There were plenty of adjustments to be made in college, but overall I felt prepared for the discipline college life demands.
That’s really what this blog is all about: self-taught 20/20. From my perspective as a college junior, I can clearly see that being home schooled has largely made me who I am today. And I like that.
What about you? What’s your story? Feel free to share it below. And remember – I love to read words.