Way back in 1986, I started school. I stayed at home and my Mom taught me, which seemed perfectly normal (except that strange grown-ups would ask me about my social development and other seemingly silly questions). So, for the next 12 years I continued on in school, graduated, and headed off to college. I had no desire to be a teacher. I wasn't always certain what I DID want to do, but I felt I knew myself well enough to know that teaching was not the profession for me. I graduated, almost went to grad school but got married instead, and then a few years later kids started arriving. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind: these kids will have to go to school. We want to homeschool. I'm gonna have to be a teacher! Yikes!
On Tuesday, this new educational project began. Ian had his first day of school, and was he ever excited. Since he isn't even four yet, this year is more of a "get ready for school" project (for both teacher and pupil) then any sort of academically challenging educational experiment. My motto is: We'll see how this goes.