One of the great luxuries of homeschooling, and a major difference between homeschooling and public school is that you don't have to go to school if you don't feel like it. This means on a sunny day you can take the day off to go swimming, or on a rainy day you can take the day off to watch movies (there's an excuse no matter what the weather). You can always make it up, of course, on the weekends, but this is one of the splendors of homeschooling. A couple weeks ago I felt the absence of this luxury. I woke up to rain puring down outside my window. I realized that this would be my first experience of a rainy day at school. I complained about it before I left home, my mom not helping matters when she reminded me of rainy days in the past, "If you weren't in college we could be watching movies today..." You do want me to go to college right? "I'm just kidding, have a good day!" (pitying smile)
Once I got to school though and was walking to my classes in the rain with my little red umbrella, I actually began to enjoy myself. Even though I had the worst hair day of the semester, all damp and curly, and even though I soaked my converse to the skin when I stepped in a four inch deep puddle, I still managed to enjoy my rainy school day. I felt like a character in a movie, when everything is always so romanticized, even going to class. The brick sidewalk in front of the library looked lovely in the rain, and kids were all wearing their polka-dotted rain boots. Call me a romantic, but it gave the campus a poetic feel all gloomy and drizzly.
All the differences in my life, at least so far, have been mostly enjoyable for me. I suppose I'm glad that I tend to take a romantic view of things. Without it, I think I would begin to resent some of these
changes rather than seeing them as novel. I'm a little nervous that as my college experience continues, I will begin to loose more and more of my previous luxuries. I'll just continue to try to view things through my rose tinted glasses.
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