From homeschooler to public school master [COLUMN]

Four weeks ago I had my first day of public school — EVER.

That first morning when I woke up I had all my stuff ready and waiting. Being homeschooled my whole life made it a very interesting transition, but having my friends there made it much easier than it otherwise would have been. I am very grateful to them for making it stress-free and realizing my constant, nagging nerves were for nothing.

I have to admit, for the first week I dreaded going to my locker, (I swear they gave me the wrong combination). After every class it was like a dreaded ongoing war I couldn’t win, but after a few different sneak-attack methods, and a charge or two, I was finally starting to get it. Trust me you don’t have a clue about how proud I was after my third, consecutive opening.

After the Battle of Locker Hill, came The Siege of Getting to Class on Time. It’s like an art —what books to bring to what class on what day. I truly figured out why America’s revered to technology, if we didn’t every tree would be turned into paper pulp. After brushing off more than a few embarrassing moments, I was ready to try again on my second week. By now I was starting to get to class on time and I was finding out what teachers were the tough ones, and whose class you could get away with talking to one of your friends in. If you were to ask me which one of my teachers were the toughest, without a hitch I would say my Mom, thanks to school I now realize a full days worth of homework on the weekend isn’t normal!

I am thankful though that she did push me so I could go to school and not drown in the work they gave me. I’m also grateful for the time and effort she put in to make sure I wasn’t falling behind. All in all I am thankful that she was a pain-in the-butt. My friends would always joke how my gym class involved cutting a cord of wood at my grandpa’s house and my agriculture class was working in our two large gardens. I don’t really miss that part of homeschooling too much, but I do miss some aspects of it, like being able to take a walk in the middle of the day.

After a month of public school, I realize that it isn’t that much different from home — just add different classes, catching a bus (which I missed the first time I was supposed to catch it home), my friends and a lot of other kids.

Public school has been a brand-new experience that’s interesting and fun. Like my sisters and brothers before me, I went into school at the end of eighth grade to get ready for high school; I am still getting used to a new schedule and school in general, but I feel good about what’s next.



Jordan Budaj

Jordan Budaj

Jordan Budaj is a 13-year-old homeschooler from Windsor. She loves skiing, hiking, horseback riding and most outdoors activities, along with a good book, of course!