Homeschooling has a bad rep, mostly because it’s the religiously-motivated homeschoolers who get most of the press. But I was homeschooled for one year (eighth grade) for entirely practical reasons. Namely, there weren’t such good schools anywhere around when we moved to upstate New York.
It was an invaluable and memorable part of my childhood in which I:
- finished an entire state-approved curriculum for the year in four months
- was tutored in chemistry and Latin by Bard College students
- learned history and literature from my mom, and a little computer programming from my step-dad.
- self-taught everything else.
- attended college-level art seminars, also at Bard
- played on multiple county basketball & soccer teams, some which I was the star of
- freely roamed our 100+ acre former farm building forts, swings, and shelters, including one in which I rode out a serious snow blizzard
- weekly, as a family, broke down a beaver damn which was causing flooding to our basement
- alternated with my sister our responsibility to cook lunches for each other
- at the end of the year, was admitted and accepted entry into a prestigious New England prep school for freshman year, where I immediately tested into sophomore-level math, science, history classes.