Do you remember your first day of school?
I do. I was 17 years old.
I recall clutching the navy blue backpack secured around my shoulders like a life vest. Before that day, I’d been homeschooled my entire life. I hadn’t even attended the first grade.
As a Homeschooler (as we called ourselves in the homeschool community), I was curious about traditional school and sometimes wondered if I was “missing out.” School was a rite of passage, I’d heard people say. My neighborhood friends all went to school, and they seemed to be part of a special club. I wanted in. As a Homeschooler, I was different. I stood out. At 17, I wanted what all teenagers want: to fit in.