In this story,
Post-Homeschooler Returns to School
Spring. Break. In her pre-post-homeschooling days (a.k.a. the days when she was a real-live homeschooler), Post-Homeschooler never had one of those. Well she had spring,
but not both. Except when she went on mission trips, which were more it-feels-like-summer and not-break.
But great experiences nonetheless.
Now, however, Post-Homeschooler has break. Spring break. The proverbial nectar of the gods, it grants life to the fainting college student.
Or at least a return to the homeschooling lifestyle, which for this particular Post-Homeschooler, entails sleeping in till the unearthly hour of seven o'clock in the morning, reading deep books, and riding horses. Oh, and working. With a few things like eating and sleeping thrown in as well. You know, the whole stimulate-the-mind-and-exercise-the-body thing. Very good for you.
Spring break, however,
Did I mention it is short?
Shorter than this Post-Homeschooler is tall. Yep.
So, with much grief and indignation, Post-Homeschooler returns to school.
Dear humongous blue backpack, I would love you even more if you weren't always full of school stuff!
These are not this semester's books. This semester's are fatter.
Sigh. Why must one become a post-homeschooler? :)