Stereotypes On Homeschooled Children

People are constantly saying that homeschoolers can't get along with other non homeschoolers, because spend so much time cooped up in our Minecraft-Dorito chamber to get out and interact with other people. This is another outrageous misconception, as homeschoolers are just as socially apt as your average public schooler. Just to give you an example, on Mondays I go to a homeschool co-op, then at night to Boy Scouts. Thursday I go to speech and debate. Sunday I go to church.

Quite frequently, homeschoolers are stereotyped. “Unsocialized and awkward,” I’ve heard people say. While for some homeschoolers this is definitely true, it is not for the majority. A lot of homeschooled kids are enrolled in extracurricular activities, such as team sports, ballet, and summer camps that provide interaction with other people. Homeschool coops do the same while preparing students for college by exposing them to different teaching styles and the competitive nature of schooling. From my experience, it is the minority of homeschoolers who are asocial, because they are involved in little, if any, extracurricular or coop activities. This is the group from which the stereotype of homeschoolers is originated. A person who is generally

When it was my time to go observe the other group, it was so confusing. I had no idea what was going on or why people kept touching my arm when I got close to them. This was very strange and unexpected because I am not used to people

Working with my co counselors is really difficult at first because for the most part I’ve never lived with these girls before and prior I had been in the same cabin with the same girls each summer. As a counselor, parents trust me with the lives of their children. I’m still a kid, how could anyone ever expect me to take on such a responsibility. Nevertheless being a counselor is an indescribable experience. I have now had the same campers for four summers. When people ask my about my camp experience I immediately whip out a my phone to show them a picture of my campers, its like a grandpa walking around with his grandkids school picture in his

Because of the environment of the elementary school being welcoming and inviting, I didn’t experience situations where social norms were in play until at least the middle of sixth grade. It started on a day where nothing was going the way I wanted it to. All I know is that the scene of how women are stereotypically treated in society didn’t dawn on my

So I ended up coming back home and once I made it back to Mississippi I had a lot of my old friends calling me to go and hangout, but I told them that I couldn’t because i knew what they were going to do and i told myself that I wouldn’t go back to that lifestyle because i had a whole life ahead of me to do whatever i wanted to do and that those things could wait until a later time. I knew that they were talking about me behind my back but i also knew that they were just going to bring me down in the end and keep me from succeeding in life. As i got ready to go to back to school so that could finish my senior year had complication getting enrolled in school. It took a total of four weeks and three days was beginning to lose hope of getting into school was about to just drop out and get my GED, but my grandmother was there for me and she told me just be patient and keep praying, that everything will be ok. I finally get enrolled into school and i talked to a Marines recruiter he asked me i was interested in joining the Marines and said that i didn’t know for sure so if that was the branch that wanted to go to because have a younger sister that still had to be there for. I looked at it as knew that was going to have to go across seas and fight, so that would mean that i wouldn’t be able

Freshman year I was shy and never really stepped out of my comfort space. I thought I was prepared for high school. I signed up for two honors class thinking that they would be hard but I knew I could figure them out. Reality was quickly thrown into my face.

In order to make friends, I believed that I couldn’t be myself. It wasn 't that the girls on my squad were into bad things; they didn 't necessarily do things I agreed with. I kept trying to become something I wasn 't to impress them, and when it didn 't work, I only tried harder. Looking back, I regret it because I sacrificed my values to fit in.

When I was 8 years old my family moved to whidbey island and I had to change schools. The whole social dynamic was different at south whidbey elementary school then it was at the school I had previously attended in seattle. Going from the city school to a rural, much smaller school was a hard change for me. I did not know where and how to fit in; when before at my old school I was outgoing and had many friends. Here I began to withdraw into my own world and had difficulty making friends.

Being homeschooled until I entered the fifth grade, I probably wouldn’t keep the friends or the attitude I retain to this day. One quality you definitely would see if I didn’t transfer into public school is how shy I was. I wouldn’t have seen people the way I did, or acted around others the way I had. Had it not been for the journey of going from kindergarten to being homeschooled and finally to being in public school in the fifth grade, I would be someone completely different. I mean, my first day of school in kindergarten I stabbed another kid with a pencil for taking my lego block. But fifth grade became a whirlwind of new things, I didn’t even know about cliques at the time. When I got into public school is when I met Just-Ice (Justice) who has had that nickname since fifth grade. He and Leon were my only two friends back then. Leon and I underwent a falling out though and we stopped talking as much. But when sixth grade came around, I began to get to know Jesse and a good portion of my good friends today. Swapping school types again later on in life

For the majority of my life I had been reticent and diffident, however, my parents had full time jobs, so my summers were spent in varying camps. Despite my

I felt intimidated and uneasy while I was introducing myself to the group because I did not get a reaction from them, thus, I was unsure if they were uncomfortable with my presence. Although, I perceived that they seemed to be a quiet group because when I initially entered no one was mingling,

When I just came to the unit, people ignored me. My first year was probably the toughest one; I was barely speaking English and I didn't know anyone. Whenever I was attempting to become friends with people, I often was facing prejudices that I was unable to overcome without any friends and support, all I had was a dream: a dream to prove to

Even if I was stared at a lot it still makes me feel uncomfortable. After staring at me for an awkward 5 minutes they decide to grab this other Asian kid who is in their class. They decide to start pushing him towards me. I can see on the kids face the confusion and distress in his face.

Once I met back up with mom and dad I looked around, everyone was already talking to each other in their circles. Rejection began on day one, but could I have been wrong as I stared at the groups of people and their circles closing in?