A week of varied levels of productivity on the homeschooling front

Instead of doing our homeschooling roundup by subject, I’m going to do it by day. Viva la revolución, and so forth.

Monday

Homeschool at ButterscotchSundae.comThe kids started their day doing some coloring while I read to them about Walter Raleigh and the Lost Colony. That’s always been one of my favorite history stories, and I was pleased that the kids were just as fascinated by it as I am.

We finished that up and then got ready for co-op. Monday was — cue the fireworks and trumpets — our last day of homeschool co-op for this semester. It was a good semester, class-wise, but it’s always nice to have a break. Poppy decorating cookies and cupcakes in her baking class (of which I was one of the teachers), and Pete made an illustrated book in art class. Then we had lunch and the kids played on the playground for an hour. And then we had our last class of the day. Poppy and I made snowglobes in “My Little Pony” class, and Pete made a sweet PacMan ghost patch for his torn khaki pants in PacMan class.

After class the kids played for awhile, and then we came home. And the 15 minutes I gave them to play on their various electronic equipment swiftly turned into an hour, but that’s OK because we all needed to decompress a little. The kids love co-op, but it is a crazy-high-energy muddle of chaos and it saps all of our energy.

After we’d recharged, we did the rest of the day’s work:

  • A Teaching Textbooks quiz; the intro to this week’s spelling list; and some work on contractions in grammar for Poppy.
  • And for Pete: The intro to his spelling list; a discussion about nouns and verbs; a math worksheet; a skip-counting game with his sister and me; and a little art time with some paint and a stuffed robot.
    Tuesday

    A couple of the kids’ friends were going to spend most of the day with us on Tuesday, so Poppy and Pete got off to a great start so they could finish early. They finished their handwriting while I read a chapter of “The Penderwicks” to them, they did their spelling, they knocked out their grammar — and then their friends’ mom called to say they’d changed their plans.

    Cue the massive disappointment. We were derailed for a little while, but we got back on track after watching a little TV. The kids did their math — Teaching Textbooks for Poppy and McRuffy math for Pete — and practiced their tae kwon do forms in the living room, and then we loaded into the car to go to Poppy’s dentist appointment.

    Wednesday

    We started Wednesday just like we start most other day: Breakfast, handwriting and a chapter of our read-aloud book. Next we talked about Walter Raleigh and the Lost Colony a little more while the kids did some related map work, and then we read a chapter of our US history book. It was about women’s education, and how once upon a time some people didn’t believe women were capable of learning. Poppy was shocked and offended.

    Wednesday is a big running-around day for us, because Poppy has her piano lesson, ballet class and modern dance. She doesn’t like ballet anymore, but she wanted to take one last class so she could be in “The Nutcracker” one more time. And like a big softie, I acquiesced. So we’re spending a lot of time running to and from the dance studio these days. Between piano and the dance classes, though, the kids did their math, spelling and grammar.

    Thursday

    Thursday is normally a tae kwon do day, but the kids had haircuts scheduled in the middle of TKD time this week. (Tuesday’s dentist appointment was at the same time, which meant no TKD at all this week. Pete was thrilled; Poppy less so.) We somehow managed to get all of the schoolwork* done beforehand, though, so it was a smooth and peaceful day.

    * handwriting; chapter book; spelling; grammar; geography; math; piano practice for P; Rosetta Stone Spanish

    Friday

    Oh, Friday.

    I overslept (after a rather long period of not sleeping last night), so our day didn’t get off to a productive start. Once we finally did get started on school, Poppy announced that she wasn’t feeling well. And clearly she wasn’t (I’ll spare you the details). So today we’ve spent a liiiiittle time doing school — reading a few chapters of “The Penderwicks,” working on their handwriting, doing a spelling test — interspersed with time cozied up on the couch watching “Littlest Pet Shop.”

    It’s possible that we’ll do math later. But not probable.

  • A found poem

    Found poetry feels a little bit like cheating to me. You pull words and lines from existing sources and reform them to your own purposes. Here’s one I cobbled together from Chapter 42 of “Moby Dick.”

    But I “wrote” one anyway, and here it is:

    Found Poem

    What he was to me could not awaken some alarm,
    its intensity so that I almost despair of it.
    The whiteness of the whale above all things
    might be naught.
    Modern kings mark a joyful day; and though
    sweet, and honourable, and sublime, there yet lurks
    terror, transcendent horrors, ghastly whiteness.
    Those clouds of spiritual wonderment and pale dread.
    I have frequently seen the thing —
    the archangelical apparition loathed by his own,
    strangely hideous.
    Her ghost is lingering there.
    We fail while these terrors seize us,
    But let us try.

    A good thing is working

    Have you seen this What Would I Say website? It basically peruses your Facebook status updates and throws them in a blender and predicts what you might post in the future. And it amused me, and I couldn’t stop pushing the show-me-another-one button. And here are the things it said I would say, which I probably would or have or at least might.

    Everyone in the firstaid kit.

    Both the kids have tried to jam.

    A good thing is working

    Nor is starting a nap.

    Oh, and I took their picture.

    Oh my papa got all chomped up.

    Suddenly every hug from Pete would also be

    Right up until after being so

    It sort of makes sense if it’d said the stillawake girl who’d wandered out

    [My dad] said I love Pictures from the basket on the world would that

    Hey there, basketball fans!

    Cheese would explode if you’re funny, Dad.

    I didn’t catch the beginning of Progress sign.

    We usually have the wrong number message after the island, darkness would spread across the most welcome.

    LIKE VERUCA SALT and came home with

    Fingers crossed something else remotely dangerous.

    She has an inappropriate thing from Robin!

    Next, everyone I’ve talked to two of the Mind is or maybe it’s December, then asks Does anyone have a closet full of this.

    I didn’t have an extra day

    Slanderous. Marsha has wings. No one really cared.

    Waiting in the chimney.

    I thought about crafting this into tomorrow’s poem, but I liked them too much as standalone sentences. And it’s November, so there you go.