This is all past tense freaking out we’re talking about… five months ago was when it occurred. My daughter was beginning her senior year in high school and she needed a transcript for some such activity or club or other stress-producing avenue for this homeschool mother. Lots of moms have high school homeschool anxiety… how will I teach chemistry, or trigonometry, or a foreign language when all I know is pig latin from Zoom???
I’m a planner by nature, so making the high school plan was right up my alley. The lovely state we reside in has the high school requirements right there online for us to copy and paste. I simply spread out the course requirements over four years and BAM… it was done. Fast forward to the request for the transcript. WHAT? You want grades from the last three years? Of course I kept diligent track of all of them… including electives and P.E. and driver’s education…. somewhere. Being somewhat organized, I had thrown them all into a file folder AND I knew where it was. Whew!
Through the first three years of high school teaching, I had also been collecting transcript templates. They were thrown in a file folder that I knew the location of! See? Why was I freaking out? I guess I had heard of other moms losing it at this point, so I jumped on the band wagon.
Truly, it was no big deal. One balmy August afternoon when it was WAY too hot to go outdoors in Phoenix, AZ, I sat down at the computer and made my own template for an OFFICIAL HIGH SCHOOL TRANSCRIPT. Yes, I wrote that right at the top in bold letters. Looks really official. I resurrected the high school plan for my daughter… the one with two cute pictures on the top… (one from 1994 when she had a waterfall hairdo and was sitting in her high chair.. and one glamor shot taken by her talented cousin, Whitney) and I filled in the classes as they actually happened. Bam!
Why do homeschool moms freak out about this?? I’m not sure. The Lord fills in the gaps for us EVERY time. The credits added up to more than enough. The required classes were accomplished. He supplied teachers for the subjects where I know nothing. Homeschooling is really about leaving the details up to the Lord. We wake up every day and pray for wisdom… and then march down the stairs, feeling as unqualified as ever, and rely on the Lord to aid this sometimes weary soul. I wouldn’t trade one day of our homeschooling adventure…. (I can think of about 10 days I would trade!) … but each day with its trials, joys and triumphs was worth every ounce of my ever-loving-sold-out devotion to God and our kids.
Tonight I copied and pasted Official High School Transcript #1 and filled in the blanks for #2. And it’s only half way through his freshman year! Sweet Jesus, I’m on top of this thang now!
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