“It was the start of the Summer of the Late Rose. . .”

My teachers, they were fickle things
When I was still at school
One day they’d be oh so mean
The next day oh so cool.

They say you need a good night’s sleep,
Be sure to get lots of rest,
But here we are, at one o’ clock,
Still studying for that test!

But now my teachers are much more gentle,
More patient and more kind,
I think they must be the best teachers

.... You over-analyze and observe kids that go to school.

.... Whenever you go to the school playground you look in the windows of the school.

.... You always have at least one book in the bathroom ranging from picture books to dictionaries.

.... You are over protective of your younger siblings.

.... You know your library card number by heart.

I don't really ever have a typical homeschooling day...each day is ususally quite different, yet equally wonderful. But, here's an example of a usual day in my life.

I think we probably all get these people, whether we know them or meet them somewhere, who just don’t understand the mind-set of homeschooling.
They ask, “Don’t you ever want to go to school?”
And you say, “No.”
And they say, “Well, how can you know—you’ve never gone.” (In my case, anyway, I haven’t.)

(To follow the tradition, of sorts, that’s been started, I thought I’d like to write a personal version of Claire’s and Mike’s essays...
Happy Spring, everyone!)

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YOU KNOW YOU'RE A HOME-SCHOOLER WHEN...

…Learning isn’t an obligation- it’s a desire.