In all honesty I was terribly lazy today and didn’t write much. I spend a luxurious day of reading and chatting with a fresh returned roommate. Only to realize, I’d not given myself much time to write. I shall have to give this chapter a bit more effort tomorrow to get it done!
It was somewhere around their third move, when Rydell was eight or so, that she begged her mother and father to home school her. Even at a young age it made little since to her to constantly stop and start her education with each move. She thought she held up a few very strong cases.
First and foremost was the ill effect on her schooling. Because they tended to hop across the country there was no solid base for instruction. That is to say that what California, Texas, and Massachusetts (yes she had lived in all of those states) taught was in many ways similar but also wildly different. Each state seemed to stress one part of education over the other. The west coast valued their arts classes, diving deep (even in elementary years) to the culture that sprung forth from music, art, and etcetera. The east coast was all about history and understanding it’s value so as to mold our current practice. While the south seemed to also favor history but rather as something sacred to be preserved in it’s authenticity but also had a certain high regard towards its physical and agricultural education programs.
To be honest Rydell had enjoyed all of these differences, as it gave her a new outlook and experience each time. However, she’d often enter a new school over educated or undereducated on any given subject. Often she’d find that her classes from one state to another would have already covered a topic she’d done before or have grasped a concept she’d yet to discover in another school. It was very irksome to find her bearings and reorient herself to the current of a new school only to be uprooted in the future to do it all over again.
On a less pressing note Rydell was an introvert. Being a new kid in school at the beginning of the year draws enough attention (even in a large school) but when you came in at odd points during the year, people took even more notice of you. She’d spend days, weeks even fielding question after question from teachers and peers. She’d spend months trying to find a group to that she could semi-comfortably fit into. All the while, exhausted from the pursuit of trying to blend in and not stand out too much. Of having enough friends so as not to cause her parents or school personnel alarm that she wasn’t “fitting in” but not so many as to cause exhaustion from the consistency of constant socialization. It was a hard row to hoe.
To be continued…