Back to My Beginnings
2010. Wearing a white cap & gown, graduating with all of my life-long friends in the quad. That was how I always imagined it.
…until 2002, when the bomb was dropped.
“You’re going to be homeschooled, Chelsea,”
my mom said, lovingly. Her intentions were spotless, and I acquiesced without too much trouble. Leaving my 4th grade friends would be difficult, but I knew it was the right thing just as well as mom did.
The next seven years of my life would be an adventure, filled with plenty of learning and friend-making. Being at home isn’t all bad. After several months of being “bored” in my basement, I started realizing the freedom that I had in my learning. I could use my creativity to broaden my own academic horizons. It worked well.
But here we are, in 2009; 294 days away from my graduation date, and the finish line hasn’t moved. (The course just changed around a bit.)
I’m going back to prep school!
Why submit myself to the horrific torture that is American high school? AP classes, college counselors, newspaper staff, and the glory of being a SENIOR!
So here I am. Back to school. I’m not sure what to expect, and I’m trying to keep an open mind.
Stay tuned!
