Homeschool: I Survived.
I was homeschooled, and survived.
I don't usually tell people that I was home schooled.
Perhaps there was a bit of a stigma about homeschooling back in the 1980's. Or perhaps, not having many friends who spent their days at home instead of in schools, I resented being different.
Whatever the reason, I thought we were a little weird and people would think me strange if they knew. So even now, as a grown adult and college graduate (magna cum laude, by the way) I rarely mention that from the time I learned to read (at 4 1/2) until I began taking college classes (age 16) I never went to school. Not a real school.
Life as a Homeschooler
My older brother and three sisters under me were also homeschooled, so I wasn't alone. And we had our adventures together, especially since there was so much time after and in between our studies, which were not as frequent or as regular as you'd think.
But life as a homeschooler can still be lonely at times. And despite what we always say about socialization, vehemently defending the opinion that homeschoolers are more socialized than their peers, I wish I'd had more friends. Even just a couple girls my age to laugh with and grow up together.
Still, I survived homeschool. I survived the education, even when we didn't do formal classes or use textbooks for months. Proof that I survived, perhaps, is my liberal arts bachelor's degree.
I survived doing more chores and housework than most adults, including some of the ones in my family.
And yes, I survived the lack of friendships. Perhaps, though, that is the area that was the hardest for me, a sanguine, social person by nature.
My sisters and I have all gone on to do very well academically, earning a RN, three bachelor's degrees and a master's degree among the four of us.
And still...I do not plan to homeschool my children. At least, not if I can find a good quality private school that's affordable.
The ironic thing is, there wasn't one where we lived as children. That's why I was home schooled.