An Experience in Public Education: My Venture Into the Unknown
The story of how I, a private school nerd, accepted the frightening change of going to public school for the first time, and what I learned in my long process of preparation for it .
It is amazing to me how quickly my whole life got turned upside down, and how quickly I adjusted in the midst of it all. I was fifteen, finishing up my sophomore year of high school at Calvary Christian Academy, and anxiously anticipating summer vacation. Throughout the last two years, I had grown to be completely at home in my school, which just so happened to be housed in the only church I had attended since birth. So why shouldn’t I have been comfortable there? I was with friends that I’d …show more content…
In fact, it took only one evening for the course of my life and the comfort I found in the idea of living like a canned sardine to be completely transformed. One might ask how this was possible when nothing majorly interesting had occurred in my life up until this point. The answer? God’s plan was much greater than my own. I had always said and believed this, but now I was actually going to find out what it meant to be a part of a divine plan that was so very unlike my …show more content…
I was working on homework in my bedroom and my parents were enjoying the cool breezes that floated through our screened-in porch, and, to my knowledge, amiably conversing. Shortly, they asked me to come and sit with them. Immediately, I knew that whatever we were going to discuss was something out-of-the-ordinary. I had no idea what it was, but I was immediately anxious to find out; I began to speculate. Not surprisingly, the first thought that hit my deranged teenage brain was that I must be in trouble. It seemed to be the only logical explanation at the time. However, as I mentally dug through the folder in my brain that held all of my recent actions of stupidity, I could uncover nothing that would be deemed worthy of getting me in trouble. Moving on to the next possible reason for my parents calling a “meeting”, my second thought was a completely loony and… quite specific one.
I vividly saw my family selling the house and moving to Africa to become missionaries, actively involved in assisting orphaned children. I knew in my mind that I was probably exaggerating a bit, but even as I ventured to the porch, that thought did not leave my mind. I tried to convince myself that this whole feeling of uneasiness was nothing, but I just could not shake the nervousness and anticipation that overtook me in that
The story of how I, a private school nerd, accepted the frightening change of going to public school for the first time, and what I learned in my long process of preparation for it .
It is amazing to me how quickly my whole life got turned upside down, and how quickly I adjusted in the midst of it all. I was fifteen, finishing up my sophomore year of high school at Calvary Christian Academy, and anxiously anticipating summer vacation. Throughout the last two years, I had grown to be completely at home in my school, which just so happened to be housed in the only church I had attended since birth. So why shouldn’t I have been comfortable there? I was with friends that I’d …show more content…
In fact, it took only one evening for the course of my life and the comfort I found in the idea of living like a canned sardine to be completely transformed. One might ask how this was possible when nothing majorly interesting had occurred in my life up until this point. The answer? God’s plan was much greater than my own. I had always said and believed this, but now I was actually going to find out what it meant to be a part of a divine plan that was so very unlike my …show more content…
I was working on homework in my bedroom and my parents were enjoying the cool breezes that floated through our screened-in porch, and, to my knowledge, amiably conversing. Shortly, they asked me to come and sit with them. Immediately, I knew that whatever we were going to discuss was something out-of-the-ordinary. I had no idea what it was, but I was immediately anxious to find out; I began to speculate. Not surprisingly, the first thought that hit my deranged teenage brain was that I must be in trouble. It seemed to be the only logical explanation at the time. However, as I mentally dug through the folder in my brain that held all of my recent actions of stupidity, I could uncover nothing that would be deemed worthy of getting me in trouble. Moving on to the next possible reason for my parents calling a “meeting”, my second thought was a completely loony and… quite specific one.
I vividly saw my family selling the house and moving to Africa to become missionaries, actively involved in assisting orphaned children. I knew in my mind that I was probably exaggerating a bit, but even as I ventured to the porch, that thought did not leave my mind. I tried to convince myself that this whole feeling of uneasiness was nothing, but I just could not shake the nervousness and anticipation that overtook me in that