boarding school are better or day school?? plzz state the reason ..behind ur answer?

Answer 1

r u going to enroll in one??? seems like you need one.
either one is fine.

Answer 2

Well, personally I feel homeschooling is better. But answering the actuall question, why would someone send their child to boarding school. You are supposed to have children because you want to be a parent. Sending them to boarding school is not parenting. That would be worse than public school. Then you completely lose control of teaching your child and I dont just mean educationally. They teach the kids the morals and everything they want them to have. The parents get back a child that doesn't really belong to them.

Answer 3

Since this is in the HOME SCHOOL category I feel Home School is the best! The reason behind this statement is experience of 5 years home schooling. Home schooling also gives my family the freedom to learn whatever, whenever, and where ever we want or need.

Answer 4

My name is Raeann Vaughn, and I am visually impaired. I used to attend the Indiana School for the Blind, a day and residential school for blind and visually impaired children ages three to nineteen years old in Indianapolis, Indiana.

I was four years old when I started attending the school. I was considered a residential student, during the week I stayed at school. I lived in a dormitory, like the kind you stay in at college. The school was like my home away from home and the people in my dorm were like my family. I rode a bus home Friday afternoons, had a nice visit with my family, then I went back to school Sunday afternoon. I spent the holidays with my family. Summer vacation was like a breath of fresh air, I had three whole months with my family at home. The only time I remember going home during the week was when I was seven years old. My dad was taking classes; he would pick me up after school. He would bring me back early the next morning. Being able to go home during the week to see my family was like a rainbow. It only lasted a few weeks before it had to end because I was so tired at school that I started falling asleep in class.

The girls in my dorm were family. Jessica was like a ray of sunshine, always smiling. Nicole was like a butterfly, always changing her hair and makeup. Lisa was like an old teddy bear, you could pour your heart out to her, and she wouldn't say a word. Sara was like a baby, she would wine and complain to get out of doing her homework.

My house parent's were like second moms, they would do anything for me, and I could talk to them about things that I did not feel comfortable telling my friends. If breakfast had tasted like dirt in a bowl, the house parent's would take us back to the dorm, and fix us toast so we would not go to school hungry. I was able to explain to my house parent's why Christine and I were not getting along as roommates. Christine was rude and bossy to me.

The dormitory was a large three story brick building that looked like an apartment building from the outside. The first floor of the dorm was storage and laundry rooms. As you went up the stairs to the second floor you saw a large room with doors leading off to smaller rooms. If you turned to the left you saw a kitchen, bathroom, activity room that had in it a piano, Nintendo, ping pong table, television, tables, and chairs. If you turned to your right you saw a bedroom, lounge with couches, and a television, and a house parents office. The third floor had a bathroom and eight bedrooms. In each room there were two beds, dressers, closets, and study tables. At the start of each school year the house parent assigned each girl a room and roommate. My roommate Christine was bossy always telling me what to do, lucky for me I got to switch roommates part way through the year and roomed with my friend Jessica the rest of the year.

The dorm was usually a big happy family until one night an accident occurred that turned the dorm dark and scary in the blink of an eye. In sixth grade my friend Ester cut her wrist and had to have several stitches. She was running down the stairs to the bathroom, without thinking she put her hands on a glass pane in the bathroom door, pushing on it and breaking the glass causing the glass to cut her wrist. The house parent came running from her office and my friends and I came from the study room when we heard Ester scream. "I just told you not to run in the dorm Ester! Nicole ran upstairs to the laundry room to get towels to try and stop the bleeding. HURRY!" "I'll never be able to use my arm again!" "Yes you will I am taking you to the hospital to let them fix your arm." The blood looked like bingo chips as it fell on the floor. "I can not believe this is happening the bleeding is still not under control Lisa!" "It will be all right Jessica Ester is on her way to the hospital." I just stood around kind of in shock unable to believe what had just happened to a close friend. I learned a few days later that Ester had staples put in her arm, she had almost lost enough blood to require a transfusion, but she was going to be all right. I never looked at that glass door the same way again even after they replaced the glass pane.

Many residential children experience homesickness at one time or another. The child or child's family are unable to adjust to the separation of child from parents or vice verse. My friend Jenny parents were unable to adjust to not having there daughter at home so they took there daughter out of the blind school and put her in the local public school where I hear she did quite well with support from her family and the local school. The only time I ever experienced homesickness was when I had not been home for three weeks because I had been traveling to other state blind schools on the weekends to compete in track meets.

There were several advantages to attending the blind school. I was able to participate in sports like track and cheerleading. I was able to take piano, singing, and dance lessons. I was able to take trips all over the country to places like, Minnesota, Kentucky, Tennessee, Illinois, Ohio, and Washington D.C. I consider myself lucky that I attended the Indiana School for the Blind.

When I was fourteen, my family moved to MN, where I attended the local schools. I was in a classroom with 30 students, 1 teacher and my aide who took notes in class for me for the first time in my life. I had a case worker who got the technology that I needed for classes.