I don’t think it’s too early to do this post – we’ve always finished our homeschooling before the local public schools end their year. I have about two more weeks left of regular work and my second semester of college Spanish wraps up tomorrow after I take the final.
When my brother Quentin and I were younger one of our writing assignments towards the end of the year was to write about our favorite and least favorite parts of the school year, so I’m going to do that now.
1. Spanish 101 and 102 at college. Taking these classes gave me a lot of confidence. I now know that my Spanish skills are actually pretty good for my level. I learned so much vocabulary and feel like I’ve finally gotten the hang of conjugation. It’s also cool that other people there don’t think I’m only in high school. My 102 teacher found out just the other day that I’m only a sophomore and she was so impressed I thought she was going to fall out of her chair.
2. Studying world religions. I’ll probably do a separate post of what I loved about this subject but I thought I should list it here anyway. I love learning about other cultures, including their religions. I’m an atheist but I think it’s fascinating how religion impacts the lives of others. Very frequently while reading/watching stuff for the course I’d go, “Oh, so that’s why they do/say that! That makes sense now!” Finally, I understand things like the difference between Sunni and Shia Islam or the Christian God-is-three-parts thing.
3. Studying classical mythology as part of English. OK, so I’m not too fond of Ovid’s stuff. Also the lectures I watch as part of my coursework are a little weird because the teacher reads sexual symbolism into everything. But I get to read about Heracles! And Medea! And the Trojan War! And it all counts as school! My favorite part is probably the writing assignment – I have to write a short story using some of the characters/plots from my reading. I’m currently working on several because I keep changing my idea, but the final one will probably be about Heracles because he’s hilarious. He’s so strong and powerful but not very smart.
1. Physics. I like science but I prefer “squishier” science, as I call it – like biology. It’s easy for me to picture the parts of a cell or the insides of a frog but it’s much more difficult for me to imagine the forces acting on an object. I guess that’s because the forces themselves aren’t actually seen, just their effects. I am so happy that we have only one more chapter left!
2. Studying for the Academic Bowl. I enjoying participating in the actual Bowl but studying was a pain. The theme was “The Glory That Was Greece” and after a while all the names of places and people began to blur together in my head. (Why couldn’t they have had nice normal names like Bob and Joe? Far less confusing.) I don’t even want to write about this anymore. If only there were some way to know everything in the world without having to study it.
3. Civics. I like the subject itself, just not my textbook for it. Why can’t those horrid books be written like normal ones? I hate having to read the same sentence three times to understand what they’re saying. I could probably write better textbooks but they would probably be kind of funny and teachers would hate me because their students would be laughing too hard to take notes.
So my sophomore year is more or less finished. I can’t believe I’m already halfway through high school. I don’t know how I feel about that. My parents are starting to ask (read: pester) me more often about starting to look at colleges. Having attended college part-time, I’m not scared of it so on one hand I’m looking forward to seeing how I handle more classes when I attend full-time. I also just want to move out and see if I can live on my own without my mommy and daddy saving me from various things (read: myself).
But at the same time I’m slightly worried, not so much about college but about the thought that in three years I’ll independent. (Because of Indiana age cutoffs for school, I’ll be almost nineteen when I complete my senior year.) I mean, this is me you’re talking about. I’m the person who still loves picture books and often forgets which shoe is the left instead of the right.
And on that weird note, I’m going to end this post with a random song because I can’t think of a good way to wrap this up.