“In my old school…”

Lately, I’ve privately felt as Phoebe from The Magic Schoolbus; only in reverse. I see something that needs fixed, and I think: “In my NEW school…”

Let me back up for a bit. Remember how I kept hinting that things were changing in my life? The main motivation for that has been a snowball that started out as just an idea. When I told people about my glorious month of homeschool, I was fed so many varieties of, “I’d love to do that, but I just can’t.” followed by some reason they couldn’t. Then they’d say something like, I just wish there was a better option out there.” That started the little snowball.

Then I attended a homeschool co-op meeting, and it was asked what happens when they reach the max amount of students the current structure would hold. The elected officials discussed how they would not oppose anyone starting another co-op, in fact, they’d rejoice in it.That added a heap of snow.

And then I took the Praxis, and aced it; better than most state-funded teachers. That boosted my ego a bit.

So I entertained the idea of starting a private school for a while. Every step of the way, I intended to find a road block, a reason not to do it.

I talked to a high-ranking member of education department at the local college, waiting for him to tell me to stop rocking the boat. I got exactly the opposite. If words could be a standing ovation, I got it. He suggested resources. Then he said he admired my motivation to stand up for a needed change, thanked me, and we parted ways.

I called the state board of education. Clearly, they’d have a reason not to start this. I won’t say I got a standing ovation. But I was told, in a tired and unenthusiastic voice that the state washes its hands of all private education. They gave me the information to become accredited, which I am not interested in, and which I don’t need (I researched ways around it. Word of mouth is better than a paper on my wall, anyway).

At first, my husband was hesitant. I ┬ádon’t blame him. It was frustrating to not be on the same page as he, but I understand where his frustrations were coming from. We talked and talked and talked. I think he just needed to see that I meant this, and that I wasn’t going to jump in blindly. I showed him the steps I am taking, and that they’re in order. I invited him to come with me to meetings. He was present, not supportive, until we finally just sat down and listened to one another. I asked him what his hold-ups were. We talked about them. I expressed my fears, and why I felt it was right.

I’ve looked at locations. I haven’t found the ideal one yet, but I’m being guided. I’ve studied curriculum, and tuition options, and hours after hours of studying how to do this right. And every step of the way, I feel guided.

Finally, today, I let the cat out of the bag. There was a major dispute on state laws and public education in my Facebook news feed this morning. Lots of local parents are unhappy with a current decision. I suggested that instead of complaining, something should be done. That post, along with all of the posts complaining, received lots of likes.

Then I posted that I was in the process of starting a private school. And Suddenly, my corner of Facebook went silent. People are all about badmouthing a decision. But few are okay with changing it. It’s rather disheartening, actually. It might be the roadblock to all of my planning. I guess I will see what happens. In the meantime, I will keep researching, keep studying, and at least I’m growing as a person, even if no actual school ever gets started.

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