homeschool high school, grade 8 & 9: the churning

Lots of churning and change in the grade 8 and grade 9 years — said a homeschool conference speaker. I didn’t need someone to say that out loud — I have personal experience. (Obviously, because I have a few kids, and also, I was a kid.)  I thought these years were turbulent because they were tough times…

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high school options and post secondary school

A homeschool family considering homeschool high school is a different kind of homeschool commitment.  “They say” that homeschoolers must renew their homeschool intent when they cross the threshold from grade 8 to high school homeschooling. A whole new world of commitment. There’s a whole new world of social pressure too. “Let them go to high school.…

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Having a high school homeschooler at home

What’s it like having a homeschooled high schooler in the home? Everyone assumes I am teaching high school mathematics, physics, chemistry and biology. Having a Bachelor of Science in Nursing degree, I can handle biology. The rest is lost on me. High school homeschool looks like college prep time in our home. (But that’s because…

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entering homeschool high school

Transition to homeschool high school There’s a bracing moment in each homeschool mama’s world where she realizes that the homeschooled kiddos aren’t staying kiddos forever. They are moving on, moving up, growing into their own persons and deciding to approach their lives independently.  Despite fully acknowledging that I knew I wasn’t going to be ‘mommy’…

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individuating

A modern word from the adolescent counseling world. That growing sense of self, apart from the parent, that adolescents or teenagers, grow into as they become independent from their parents. Or as we often receive it from our teens: “You’re not the boss of me!” Darlene Unrah gave a super helpful lowdown on engaging the mental…

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the “S” word and other social unpleasantries I learned by grade 6

She passed me a note at her Art class: “you’re embarrassing me”. When did I get to the age of embarrassing my kids? What had I done anyway? I introduced myself to the new and uncomfortable seven-year-old girl sitting next to my daughter. I was trying to put her at ease. Curiously, just before class, my…

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