I've been home schooled on and off for the majority of my life, but I haven't been instructed for five years. Here's the story: When I was three, my mother decided to home school my sibling and me because my older brother was denied admission from private school. (I don't know how that works, but, eh. That's what my mother told me.) Anyway, she taught me addition, subtraction, the alphabet, phonetics, ETC... Until I was seven, because my dad wanted to put us in public school that year. (We literally had no socialization for the first few years of our life. He was worried about that, and wanted us to be with other kids.)
My parents argued about it, but eventually, my brother and me were enrolled into public school for the first time. (My sister was too young to attend.) They put us in the appropriate grade levels, and for the first few months, it was sorta... Bumpy, I guess. My teacher didn't know that I was home schooled before, and I would get in trouble for doing the wrong thing, ha ha. But the hurricane hit Florida, and school was canceled for a few weeks because of damage. My mother took us out of school because she didn't know when school would be in session again. (I had no idea that this was the reason until a few years later. This is what my mother told me.) For the rest of the year, she didn't really instruct us in anything, and stuff... Like, at all.
Anyway, the next year, my dad argued with my mother to put us back into public school. So, my brother and I went for the entire year. It was sorta hard at first, but in the first few months, my teacher got seriously ill and had to take leave for the rest of the year for medical reasons. So, they transferred my class individually into new ones, and stuff... (Like, they put groups of three into new classes for the rest of the year.) Personally, that was the best thing that ever happened to me. I really loved that class. (My grades improved greatly in the second trimester, and I turned into a straight A student for the rest of the year.) That class was the best year of my academic career, to be honest. Anyway, the school year ended, and I returned for fourth grade. (My sister started kinder garden that year.) But a few months into the school year, my mother wanted to move to New York. So, we moved up to New York. It took a month until we were enrolled into school again, and my mother requested that we were put in advanced classes. (I have no idea why she did this. She completely ignored the fact that we missed a month of school and stuff...)
Anyway, my sister got to skip a grade, into first grade. (In Florida, the cut off date for age is different than in New York. So, she got to skip into first grade, and stuff. I don't know if that was a good idea, though. I mean, she already knew how to read, add, subtract, and stuff. But, eh.) But, in fourth grade, I "skipped" math. (Not really skipped. I got to join the chorus at my school, but it was during school hours. So, I didn't really get instructed for math... I didn't know that I was missing out.)
After five months, my mother wanted to move back to Florida because she couldn't find a job. So, she took us out of school and we moved back. For the rest of the year, she didn't instruct us. Again. She did try once, but she gave up after a while and left us to work in our work books by ourselves. (The work books don't come with instructions on how to do the problems.) I somehow passed the home school tests that year, and, yeah... But, in fifth and sixth grade, I received no instruction, either. Whenever I would ask my mother, she would tell me that my "grades" were fine, and that she'd work with me later if I wanted to. She never did. (It's like she's in denial, or something.) But, I believed her. I thought that my academics were fine, and it continued until seventh grade, when my parents divorced. In the divorce, my dad requested that we'd public school, and stuff. So, we went.
But my mother was completely against the idea, and I was convinced that public school was horrible. So, my sister and I pressured my dad into letting us home school again. (I regret this now.) For the rest of the year, I literally stayed home, all day. (Except to go to the store sometimes, and stuff.) I had no friends, and it drove me insane, being alone. It really sucked. My mother wouldn't let me outside much, and she didn't really let me do things 'cause money was "tight." (She gets 4K a month from her dad...) At the end of the year, I realized that I was going to really screw up my life if this continued, and realized how important education was. So, I moved in with my dad, and I'm trying to fix things.
Anyway, it's nearly the end of eighth grade, and I have no idea about what to do. I'm only thirteen-years-old. I learned proper English grammar/spelling/punctuation from the Internet, but it
(Oops, got cut off. I meant to say that it's much more difficult in math, and that I need serious help.) Is there anything that I can do? Please help?
My parents argued about it, but eventually, my brother and me were enrolled into public school for the first time. (My sister was too young to attend.) They put us in the appropriate grade levels, and for the first few months, it was sorta... Bumpy, I guess. My teacher didn't know that I was home schooled before, and I would get in trouble for doing the wrong thing, ha ha. But the hurricane hit Florida, and school was canceled for a few weeks because of damage. My mother took us out of school because she didn't know when school would be in session again. (I had no idea that this was the reason until a few years later. This is what my mother told me.) For the rest of the year, she didn't really instruct us in anything, and stuff... Like, at all.
Anyway, the next year, my dad argued with my mother to put us back into public school. So, my brother and I went for the entire year. It was sorta hard at first, but in the first few months, my teacher got seriously ill and had to take leave for the rest of the year for medical reasons. So, they transferred my class individually into new ones, and stuff... (Like, they put groups of three into new classes for the rest of the year.) Personally, that was the best thing that ever happened to me. I really loved that class. (My grades improved greatly in the second trimester, and I turned into a straight A student for the rest of the year.) That class was the best year of my academic career, to be honest. Anyway, the school year ended, and I returned for fourth grade. (My sister started kinder garden that year.) But a few months into the school year, my mother wanted to move to New York. So, we moved up to New York. It took a month until we were enrolled into school again, and my mother requested that we were put in advanced classes. (I have no idea why she did this. She completely ignored the fact that we missed a month of school and stuff...)
Anyway, my sister got to skip a grade, into first grade. (In Florida, the cut off date for age is different than in New York. So, she got to skip into first grade, and stuff. I don't know if that was a good idea, though. I mean, she already knew how to read, add, subtract, and stuff. But, eh.) But, in fourth grade, I "skipped" math. (Not really skipped. I got to join the chorus at my school, but it was during school hours. So, I didn't really get instructed for math... I didn't know that I was missing out.)
After five months, my mother wanted to move back to Florida because she couldn't find a job. So, she took us out of school and we moved back. For the rest of the year, she didn't instruct us. Again. She did try once, but she gave up after a while and left us to work in our work books by ourselves. (The work books don't come with instructions on how to do the problems.) I somehow passed the home school tests that year, and, yeah... But, in fifth and sixth grade, I received no instruction, either. Whenever I would ask my mother, she would tell me that my "grades" were fine, and that she'd work with me later if I wanted to. She never did. (It's like she's in denial, or something.) But, I believed her. I thought that my academics were fine, and it continued until seventh grade, when my parents divorced. In the divorce, my dad requested that we'd public school, and stuff. So, we went.
But my mother was completely against the idea, and I was convinced that public school was horrible. So, my sister and I pressured my dad into letting us home school again. (I regret this now.) For the rest of the year, I literally stayed home, all day. (Except to go to the store sometimes, and stuff.) I had no friends, and it drove me insane, being alone. It really sucked. My mother wouldn't let me outside much, and she didn't really let me do things 'cause money was "tight." (She gets 4K a month from her dad...) At the end of the year, I realized that I was going to really screw up my life if this continued, and realized how important education was. So, I moved in with my dad, and I'm trying to fix things.
Anyway, it's nearly the end of eighth grade, and I have no idea about what to do. I'm only thirteen-years-old. I learned proper English grammar/spelling/punctuation from the Internet, but it
(Oops, got cut off. I meant to say that it's much more difficult in math, and that I need serious help.) Is there anything that I can do? Please help?