Private School
Satellite Program
For All California
Homeschoolers
CALIFORNIA
CHRISTIAN
ACADEMY, PSP
HIGH SCHOOL PLANNER
SUBJECT
MINIMUM GRADUTION REQUIREMENTS
CALIFORNIA STATE UNIVERSITY
UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA
ENGLISH
TOTAL 40 CREDITS
4 YEARS - student's choice of varied subjects: like: creative writing, grammar, literature, etc.
4 YEARS Includes college preparatory English composition and literature
4 YEARS: Four years of college-preparatory English composition and literature required, integrating extensive reading, frequent writing, and practice listening and speaking with different audiences.
SOCIAL STUDIES
TOTAL 30 CREDITS
3 YEARS including: U.S. History, Modern World History and American Government & Economics
3 YEARS History and Social Science (including 1 year of U.S. history or 1 semester of U.S. history and 1 semester of civics or American government AND 1 year of social science)
3 YEARS: Two years of college-preparatory history/social science required, including: one year of world history, cultures or historical geography, and one year of U.S. history; or one-half year of U.S. history and one-half year of civics or American government.
SCIENCE
TOTAL 30 CREDITS
3 YEARS: Three years including: biological and physical science
3 YEARS Three years laboratory science: (including 1 biological science and 1 physical science)
2-3 YEARS Two to three years of college-preparatory laboratory science required (three years are strongly recommended), including or integrating topics that provide fundamental knowledge in: biology, chemistry, or physics.
MATHEMATICS
TOTAL 30 CREDITS
3 YEARS: Three years including: grade level along with Algebra I, and Geometry
4 YEARS: Math (4 years recommended) including Algebra I, Geometry, Algebra II, or higher mathematics (take one each year) 40 CREDITS
4 YEARS: Three to four years of college-preparatory mathematics required (four years are strongly recommended), including or integrating topics covered in: elementary algebra, advanced algebra, two-and three-dimensional geometry. 40 CREDITS
Foreign Language
AND/OR Visual
Performing Arts
1 YEAR: One year either foreign language, visual or performing arts, or career technical education
2 YEARS: Two years of the same language; American Sign Language is applicable
2-3 YEARS: Two to three years of college-preparatory coursework required (or through the second level of high school instruction) of the same language other than English (three years are recommended).
COLLEGE PREP PERFORMING ARTS
NO REQUIREMENT
1 YEAR: One year of college-preparatory visual & performing arts required, chosen from one of the following disciplines: dance, music, theater, visual arts (e.g., painting, web/graphic design, film/video, inter/multimedia arts), or interdisciplinary arts.
1 YEAR: One year of college-preparatory visual & performing arts required, chosen from one of the following disciplines: dance, music, theater, visual arts (e.g., painting, web/graphic design, film/video, inter/multimedia arts), or interdisciplinary arts.
PHYSICAL EDUCATION
2 YEARS: a walking routine, a specific sport, home gym, choices are varied
NO REQUIREMENT
NO REQUIREMENT
COLLEGE PREP
1 YEAR: One year of :College Preparatory Courses specifically approved* in political science, economics, geography, humanities, psychology, sociology, anthropology, journalism, speech or debate, computer science, computer programming and others or be interdisciplinary in nature, drawing knowledge from two or more fields.
1 YEAR: One year of :College Preparatory Courses specifically approved* in political science, economics, geography, humanities, psychology, sociology, anthropology, journalism, speech or debate, computer science, computer programming and others or be interdisciplinary in nature, drawing knowledge from two or more fields.
SUBTOTAL OF
CREDITS EARNED
160 CREDITS
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70 CREDITS
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​​​​230 (TRADE SCHOOL OR COMMUNITY COLLEGE TRACK)
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170 CREDITS
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70 CREDITS
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​​​​240 CREDITS
STATE COLLEGE TRACK
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170 CREDITS
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70 CREDITS
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​​​​240 CREDITS
UNIVERSITY TRACK
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ELECTIVES
ELECTIVES NEEDED TO GRADUATE, SEE BELOW
TOTAL REQUIRED
FOR HIGH SCHOOL
GRADUATION
LIFE SKILLS
One year of Visual and Performing Arts (dance, drama or theater, music, or visual art)
One year of Visual and Performing Arts (dance, drama or theater, music, or visual art)
One year of Visual and Performing Arts (dance, drama or theater, music, or visual art)
MUSIC
Under His Desk
From Legalism to Love
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By Karon Ruiz
Is God’s affection toward you a reality? If so, consider yourself blessed. This assurance has been absent in my life since the age of nineteen when I became a believer in 1974. Unfortunately, since then, intimacy with God has been made up of short glimpses, not long, lingering gazes into the Father’s eyes.
An impenetrable curtain of fear hid God’s face from me. Similar to the same veil that hid God’s presence from an unholy people in ancient Jerusalem, a veil of unbelief hid God from me.
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Made from embroidered linen, the veil in the Jewish temple was four inches thick. It hung at the height of sixty feet in the Temple, covering the access to the Holy of Holies. It took
three hundred priests to hang it and it was beyond human ability to tear. No one but the High Priest could enter past it, and he, only once per year. The terrifying presence of God dwelt behind it.
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During His last moments on the cross, Jesus cried out, “It is finished!” and when He breathed his last, the veil split open, top to bottom, revealing the Holy of Holies, the place where God dwelled. Like a courtroom judge who slams a gavel, the renting of fabric served as the Father’s declaration, “Separation is finished!”
Some of us come into the Kingdom broken, injured from hurtful upbringings. Our parents, in their own brokenness, unknowingly distort Father God’s true heart toward us. My sister Beth, once told me, “Some are given a Rolls Royce and some are given a jalopy to drive through life.” I was given the latter. My Beverly Hillbillies jalopy leaked oil, sputtered and coughed, and rattled its way down the human highway. Yet I wouldn’t trade it for a lean, mean luxury machine. That old “car” drove me to Christ! It was my upbringing in the Conkle family that gave me a hunger to be fathered. What the enemy meant for evil, God meant for good.
Brokenness provides an invitation to the grace of God. Such glimpses of grace throughout my life have paved a way of understanding into God’s love I couldn’t have seen otherwise. My walk with God has been made up with momentary glimpses of the Father’s love. Such glimpses would lift that veil of unbelief that shrouded His face. I believed a lot of lies about God.
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I grew up in the chaotic sixties. The devastation of alcoholism, rage and neglect brought similar disorder to my home, Authentic love was doled out sparingly, if at all. Affection, affirmation, the calling out of children, was absent in my upbringing.
We three Conkle children faired better unseen, hidden away in our bedrooms, or out of ear-shot in our expansive
back yard. When Dad came home his words never beckoned us for sloppy wet kisses. Instead, his command “Hit the cave!” meant we were to go to our rooms immediately. Children and double martinis never mixed well.
Dad’s rants had damaging effects on all of us kids. My older brother, Steve, was told he was stupid. my younger sister was told needed a nose job. And I was only eight years old when my father told me I was fat.
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Old family photos tell a different story. During that time period, I wasn't fat at all. I might have appeared larger than then my skinny siblings but was a healthy weight for my age and height. But parents write with indelible ink their children's story. What was ingrained in me added to
a twisted relationship with food which produced years of yo-yo dieting and a poor self-image in which I struggle with to this day.
Let me stop the blame game. My parents parented with what they knew. Coming from similar upbringings, their love-tanks were empty making them incapable if giving us anything other than material things like a nice home and adequate clothing and toys. I was taken to activities like Girl Scouts, ice skating and summer camp. Anyone inspecting our family from the outside might have thought inside our Scottsdale ranch home nestled at the base of Camelback Mountain, were five people who loved each other, a place where everyone felt safe and nurtured. Not the case. A growing chasm in my parent's marriage brought us dangerously close to disaster. Years passed as the breach widened because of my father’s chronic infidelity until eventually our family dissolved during the the summer of 1968 when my father left permanently. A nasty divorce followed, bringing raised eyebrows, as divorce was still very rare in American society. Mom, my sister and me, moved to California while my troubled fourteen-year-old brother Steve and my father, stayed in Phoenix.
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Now California latch-key kids, my sister and I escaped the tension from our previous home and things begin to get better as Mom made an effort to connect with the both of us. She found her divorcee lifestyle appealing, welcoming in different new men who flowed in and out of her life, but eventually her emptiness deepened.
During the summer of 1974, I packed up my car and drove eight hours to Phoenix. Dad offered me a job and a full ride to Arizona State University. Excited about moving away from home for the first time, I reentered the Valley of the Sun where I enrolled A.S.U. as a business student.
After settling into my off-campus apartment, I looked up an old elementary school friend for a night of barhopping. After a night of dancing and drinking, amazingly our conversation steered to the topic of prophetic end-times. With a drink in her hand and a cigarette in the other, Michelle insisted that Jesus was coming back soon and if I was interested, I should read a fantastic book called The Late Great Planet Earth by Hal Lindsey. While buying my textbooks in the A.S.U. bookstore the next morning, I encountered a display of this very book. I purchased it and voraciously read most of it that night.
The book convinced me I was not a Christian and my future afterlife would be spent in hell, I anxiously perused the phonebook trying to find a church that would tell me what I had to do to be saved. I wasn’t really interested in a relationship with Jesus, but rather a fire insurance policy. Discovering a rule-keeping religion seemed the way to go. As long as I kept my end of the contract, God would surely keep His. Sort of like my childhood. Just be good and Dad won’t yell too much, or worst yet--hit. In fact, hiding in religion was like hiding with my books in my room whenever my father came home. It felt safe and familiar.
That weekend I received my “get out hell free card” in a little church in Tempe, Arizona. Father God graciously met me in this fragile place where the light of His Son remained hidden by my own faulty belief system. That night, after being baptized, I walked away with a verbal list of do's such as tithing and church attendance and a list of don'ts like pre-marital sex and alcohol. After months of being shamed for missteps, my enthusiasm for God waned. I returned to California but didn’t drift long from Christianity as I soon found myself smack right in the middle of The Jesus Movement, a phenomenal revival that began on the west coast of the United States.
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God was on the move with young people across the country. While in Arizona, my sister and mother had come to Christ in California. Unlike me, both were on fire for God! We began attending Calvary Chapel Costa Mesa, the hub of this revival which was featured in the recent movie, Jesus Revolution.
Pastor Chuck Smith’s expository teaching deepened my growth in the scriptures. I was blessed to hear inspiring believers like Corrie ten Boom and Brother Andrew both of whom fueled my desire to serve God, so much so, I attended a ten-month term with YWAM (Youth With A Mission). Despite the rich teaching, the mission field experience failed to untwist performance-based Christianity. Self-imposed legalism muffled an inner cry to know God as my Father. That’s what lies do to you. You are convinced God is like your own dad, harsh and critical. In spite of what you read in God’s Word, how He loves and forgives you, God still has the same personality and problems as your dad. As disappointing as it was, I accepted this as the best I would get this side of heaven.
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Yet one evening, He broke through the darkness.
It was a night I would never forget.
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