Collegiate Grades and Homeschool Reflections

Grades are in.  A's and B's all around!  YAH!!!

So . . . Baby Boy is finishing up with his Chemistry co-op class this week and that will be the "official" end of his high school studies.

We're taking summer session together at the community college and then I am thinking of transferring to one of the local universities in the fall since I have some credits left over from my first attempt at higher education. 

That is, of course, provided the financial aide package is on point.  If not, we'll both be back at the community college in the fall, LOL.  I think I can do one more semester there without going over the amount of transferable credits. 

I'm pretty late applying, and I know that the good money goes to the early birds.  I'm writing scholarship essays like nobody's business.  If anyone has an award winning essay they would like to part with for a small fee . . . email me.  Just kidding.  Well, not really.  Sort of.

Naturally, I'm starting to reflect back on what homeschooling and the strange progression of the last few months has meant to both of us.  Baby Boy is taking it all in stride.  I'm having mini breakdowns three or four times a day, LOL.  I'm all about the feelings.

The real light bulb moment came when I was writing an application essay.  They wanted to know my background and interests and how I came to be in the position to apply for entrance to their school.  As I sat in front of the keyboard grasping for some order in my crazy life, it suddenly hit me!

All of those years, I thought I was teaching him, but it really has become something of a paradox.  I have learned so much from him over the years.  He has taught me to have patience with those who are less capable than I am.  He taught me to slow down and relish the process instead of rushing to the reward.  He taught me that when someone doesn’t understand what I am saying, it is unacceptable to simply repeat.  I have to think hard and actually find a new, different and innovative way to express myself.  He taught me that when in an impossible situation, giving up is not an option.  Creative crisis management is always in order.  Most importantly, he has given me a love of learning.  When I was younger, I was a good student, but not an enthusiastic one.  I have learned in these few years that learning is not only necessary but it is fun.  An adventure, if you will. 

It was such an amazing journey that he and I shared.  Now it is time for us to both fulfill our own individual educational goals.  I will always be proud of him and I hope he is proud of me as well.   

We'll be attending a small graduation party this weekend.  I'm going to see if I can cry all week so that I run out of tears and don't embarrass both him and myself at the party.   Wish me luck with that, LOL.


Until next time . . .