What Homeschooling Is


So, I hope these rambling make sense.


Homeschooling is learning at home. Yes, we do school, but we learn other ways too.

Being raised on a farm I had, and still have, hands on learning experience. Many imaginary games were play in paddocks. Many animals are observed and raised. Garden are cared for. Work is apart of learning.

Homeschoolers are social. We get together regularly with other homeschooler. We have friends who we talk to often, not all of them are homeschoolers.

Homeschoolers are talented. Art, music, sport, all these things homeschoolers do. A big chunk of the orchestra I play in are homeschoolers.

Well, God Bless,
Estella Kate


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