I remember the middle of 8th grade when my school and academic life quietly, but quickly, descended into chaos. I was pulled out of my private school and left at home. It was terrible timing; math had begun to make sense and my grades were rising towards a rich academic future. At the same time we moved back to our old house in Gary of all places from our small home next to the school in Schererville.
I did not like the idea of homeschooling. I loved school, not because I was good at it or that I …show more content…
I was old enough to be on my own. All of my siblings had left to other places leaving me alone at the house for hours. I didn’t want to go to public school because it scared me. If half of what I had heard about public school was true, then I knew I would be made fun of and have to deal with mean people.
Looking back, I would have picked mean people over homeschooling. I thought I could try to teach myself again, but I failed (again). Within the first three months I’m pretty sure all the teachers (virtual robots) had filed me under the “whatever” file. Because of this, it took days and sometimes weeks before any of my teachers would respond and, as a result, I fell even deeper into depression.
At this point in time I hated K12 so much that I stopped trying to do altogether. I would only do the minimum and then not care about the result. I started using the now doubled free time to drown myself in hundreds of booksC, TV shows on the internet and sad music. However, I didn’t just read typical high fantasy novels with dragons. I studied them for the different methods writers used to convey imagery, I also read quite a few books about logic and math as well as writing and a lot of mythological lore and history. Now I know that teen+ computer+k12+ depression- cable & TV=