After an unusually relaxing summer, we are preparing for yet another year of not going back to school. That’s right, I will not put my son on the yellow bus and tearfully (or perhaps joyously) wave goodbye as he heads off to face yet another big childhood milestone. As I have mentioned in previous posts, Monkey’s school is our house and the world at large.
My husband and I are neither religious extremists nor crunchy folk who make toilet paper out of tree bark. Rather, we are close – to – average parents who want the best for our son. While public school may be a great fit for some families, it became apparent by the time Monkey was ready for kindergarten that our school system would not meet his needs. If you would like further elaboration, click here.
Monkey has done quite well with home schooling. Recent tests (administered by a professional at a testing center as an alternative and big “eff you” to the state’s standardized test) reveal that he is learning at a remarkable rate. He receives about ten hours of physical and occupational therapy per week, as opposed to the paltry 45 minutes that the school system offered. As for socialization, Monkey is very involved in various community activities and has made countless friends along the way. In short, I don’t think we’re screwing him up too much.
We have sent our annual letter of intent, giggled when the head of student services replied with a letter granting us permission to home school (something he is not authorized to do, as we need only to tell and not ask the school system in our state), decided the who, where, what, and how of our plan, arranged the therapies, scheduled the extracurricular activities, and set up childcare for when work or other obligations make it necessary for us to be away from home. Once we give Monkey the traditional schultüte and take the obligatory first day photo, we will be ready to begin our fourth official year of home schooling.
Whether your child is educated through public school, private school, or home schooling, I wish you all a great year with as few instances of banging your head on a wall in frustration as possible. Good luck.