<p>The shortened version is that my mother & grandmother moved our family to New Zealand (1972), and then on to Australia for business, and as a political statement. </p>
<p>After a miserable year of HS in NZ (complete with uniforms, prayer
yes, prayer!, and teachers that were just plain mean), when we landed in Australia, I told them I wasnt going to go to school anymore. My grandmother called me on it (I was 14), and told me I would need to work f/t and pay rent at $35 a week if I was planning to live in their house. </p>
<p>I lied for a job at Woolworth (saying I was 16), and got a job in the card and stationery department. I loved it! My department was right next to the music dept, so I got to listen to music all day long. AND I made more than enough to pay my rent and enjoy my free time as well (I earned $2.15 an hour for a 40 hour workweek). Anyway, I loved working and figured I would never go to school again. </p>
<p>After a year there, we moved to Israel for a short time and on to Brazil for another year. Because of the foreign language issue (I didnt speak Hebrew or Portuguese), I needed to go to school but I was in language immersion programs, and only studied language (no RRRs for me). I loved learning the languages (which were easy for me), but still hated going to school. </p>
<p>The summer of my 17th birthday, we moved back to the states, and I reconnected with my old friends, who all were now in a public alternative school, which they described to me, and sounded like something I could get behind (K-12, 10 kids per grade, no grading system (pass/fail), open enrollment between grades (as long as you could do the work), and ultra-intellectual, which was great for me) since I had traveled extensively, had worked a real job, and now kids my own age held little appeal. Including my old friends. I needed intellectual stimulation. </p>
<p>Anyway, I went to the board of education to enroll and was told there was a wait list of at least a year. That was in August. I put myself on the list. </p>
<p>My mother received a home visit (!) from the BoE letting her know that I was required to be in school because I was a minor. She enrolled me in the local HS. I never went. Ever. Instead, every day I showed up at the alternative HS, took classes, did the assignments, even got tutoring for subjects I was required to have for graduation (I had no US history credits, surprise, I did have history, but it was Commonwealth based), no US government credits (again, I knew much about the Parliamentary system), and no foreign language (only Spanish, French or German qualified). I was cast in every theater production, and won several awards. I LOVED this school, and more importantly, I LOVED the teachers. </p>
<p>Every time I was asked to bring paperwork from home, I would say I forgot. At home I was latch key, so intercepted the mail from the BoE and the other HS. I signed my mothers name, and even wrote a letter (typed) claiming I was in the hospital, which was why I was not showing up to school (to which they replied that I would need a letter from the doctor saying I was fit to return). In April (so what was that, 8 months later), I intercepted a letter from the BoE telling me that a space had opened up at the alternative school, and that I would need to bring this form to the head teacher, have an interview, and if he agreed that I would be a good fit, sign it & mail it in. I went to him and asked him for his blessing. He was confused. What do you mean? Youre already a student here. Um, yeah, except Im not enrolled, and never have been. He said he had never had a student sneak INTO school before, signed the form, and shook my hand. I graduated at the top of the class (not until I was 19 though as I had a LOT of work to make up), and he helped me to get a full scholarship to college (my family had no money to send me to college). He is still a dear friend, and I am grateful to him and all the teachers of that school for turning my life around.</p>
<p>And yes, that IS the shortened version!</p>