Inflections

All three of my kids have managed to hit an inflection point at the same time.

L is now comfortably established at the NCSU College of Engineering, where he is Aerospace-intended, but completely open to the idea of another form of engineering hitting him over the head. (He’s quite possibly falling in love with Materials Science.)

Hunt Library at NCSU
The gorgeous Hunt Library on Centennial Campus. It’s L’s fav place to study and possibly the main reason he chose NCSU.

Although, maybe it’s not totally fair to say that he’s comfortably established, as transitions are rarely comfortable, and the move away to college is definitely a s t r e t c h i n g sort of experience. We are grateful that he is nearby and had the good fortune to secure an on-campus parking permit, so he can come home if he really needs a reset. The couple of times that he has visited, it helped him come up for air and dissipate some of the unquestionable pressure of carrying 16 credit hours at a highly-ranked school.

Oh, and he’s still working on his own novel series, you know, just as a way to blow off steam after a hard day of studying.

Two years behind L (although technically even more advanced in math and science), P has also begun the transition to college courses. Like his brother did, he is doing all of his junior and senior year requirements at a local community college, earning dual credit (and thereby proving the validity of their homeschool education, as they waltz through college-level coursework in high school to the tune of a 4.0 GPA). He recently took the SAT, and on his first attempt he outdid L’s top single score by 20 points.

Let it be noted that L is brilliant—and he works hard to put that brilliance to good use. And probably would not have it any other way.

P, however, just seems to sort of roll out of bed and be brilliant without trying. (And probably would not have it any other way.)

Neither of them ever brags, nor do they compete with each other. When fellow students are impressed to discover L came in with math credits and placed out of Calculus I, he does not mention that he actually has credits all the way through Calc III. Instead, he casually announces that his brother is only a year behind him in math, which produces moaning and groans of “Oh, great, your brother is gonna be in my Senior Design class as a freshman!” (Possibly true. OK, not really. But… maybe.)

First part of the study guide P made himself to prep for Calc I Test 1.

(He got a 100.)

Meanwhile, E turned 12 this summer, which is a stepping stone in itself, and has officially embarked on her Middle School Journey. As a sixth grader, she has had a big jump up in workload this year. This is her first time taking all online coursework (except for math, which is still largely an e-learning program), and that has worked out beautifully, because I mostly just get to be the parent. I’m the lab partner, the study buddy, the reinforcer of all the ways in which her teachers are challenging her. And she is growing by leaps and bounds. At any given point, she finds herself able to do things she could not have accomplished two weeks ago… or two hours ago.

Physical Science is really stretching E this year in the best possible way.

She’s got one of those teachers who changes your life—the same teacher who changed P’s life twice over.

E's science experiment

Even D insists on inflecting (that’s a word, did you know?). He recently came across an opportunity to enroll in a couple of online programs at Cornell. Since his company offers a nice reimbursement for continuing education, D decided it was a no-brainer. Accordingly, he has spent much of his evening and weekend time lately doing online coursework of his own. He has already earned a certificate in Digital Marketing and will soon wrap up the final course for the Growth Marketing certificate—and he’s looking #valid in the process, if I may say so.

Well, with all this going on, I have not been writing.

I have been helping L get all his ducks in a row to spread his wings and fly (how’s that for mixed metaphors?). I am the chill-but-alert (this is totally my actual persona) passenger-seat-warmer for P so he can legally drive himself to work and school with only a learner’s permit. I am the metaphorical equivalent of a belay partner for E as she climbs higher and pushes herself harder than she thought she could. And I have been the loving supporter of my husband’s ongoing educational endeavors.

Yet I’ve hit an inflection point of my own, and I’m pretty excited about it!

The Gatherer has been sent off, in all its manuscriptal (no, that’s not a word) glory, to a content editor. Not just any content editor. The very editor I was really hoping to work with. Cue the fanfare!

Actually, hold the fanfare, because we are entering radio silence. Erin was going to start at the end of October, but her schedule freed up, so she’s able to start a month earlier. But she still needs a solid six weeks to do her thing, because… ahem, this manuscript is really three books, shh, don’t tell! I speak in terms of its length, although I do see some potential to break it into a trilogy.

We will see what my editor says.