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"But What About High
School?"
Catie Hayes-Gosselin
copyright 2000
Where I once second-guessed whether I wanted to volunteer that
we are a
homeschooling family in conversation, it has now become a matter-of-fact
declaration for me. Considering my initial doubts about my ability to pull
this off, this is very big step for me. I remember my friend Julie saying
that she has gotten to the point of declaring her family's choice in a tone
that clearly implies, "is there any other choice?" This is the type
of
pride I am approaching, and it feels wonderful. Along with my growing
confidence and comfort level, I have already grown tired of explaining myself
in conversation. A discussion I had over the holiday season, typifies the
response I get from a great many people. It went something along this line:
"You are kidding! I could never do that. You don't have any time to
yourself. Don't you worry your kids won't be socialized?"
At this point, I run through the laundry list of things we do outside the
house with people of all ages that are not family members. I remark on my
oldest son's progress, that both boys have already requested to continue
homeschooling next year, our happiness with this lifestyle, and so on.
"Well, what about High School?"
This receives a blank look from me. "What about High School?" It is
enough for me to live each day than to worry about several years in the future.
"How will they be prepared for college if they don't attend public High
School? Don't all kids need to know how to deal with a variety of people,
and handle going to different classes in different rooms when the bell
rings?"
With a sigh at my well-worn answer, I make my reply. Public schools group
children of the same age in the same classes. In what other situation in a
human's life will he or she ever be limited in this way? What job only allows
same-aged employees work together? The idea is ridiculous. The 24 year olds
work on Project X, the 25 year olds work on Project Y, and the 26 year olds
work on Project Z. I don't think that would work. High School is not the same
self-directed learning environment as college. It is not even close. In High
School, a bell rings, you go to your next class, get your book and told what
you need to know. Once you enter school grounds, you are shuffled from one
place to another within the system, given materials to teach what the local
school board feels you need to know. This is world's apart from my college
experience. It was my responsibility to set my schedule, get my materials on my
own time, get myself to my classes on time, with a group of
graduate/undergraduate/professors/administrators of various ages and cultures.
In homeschooling, we choose what, how and at what pace our family learns.
In our weekly activities, classes and errands, we are exposed to a collection
of adults and children both similar and vastly different from us. We are
responsible for getting materials, completing projects and exploring new ideas
brought up by our studies. The responsibility lies with me to offer an enriched
environment and with my son to learn, explore and question. This sounds
considerably closer to the college experience to me. Should we decide to
homeschool through the high school, I can say in good conscience, my son will
lack for nothing in his education. As long as he asks the questions, he is free
to develop his mind in his own way.
Despite the number of naysayers and skeptics, we are comfortable with our
choice, although weary with explaining it.
Submitted by: Catie Hayes-Gosselin. Catie is the proud Mama of
two young spirited boys, ages 6 and 4. In addition, Catie works at home running
her web/graphic design business, Townsend Craft & Graphics and is the
Founder of WomanLinks, a supportive community for women from all walks of life.
http://www.womanlinks.com
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