Showing posts with label Jen's seven quick takes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jen's seven quick takes. Show all posts

Thursday, February 20, 2014

seven quick home schooling takes

I'm a pretty cruddy homeschooler. Every year I learn a valuable lesson but it's always because I was blind to something obvious or something terrible happened that derailed me, bringing me to the brink of failure, and I learned stuff in the middle of the suffering. Like the year we moved across town in the dead of winter and the whole year devolved into watching you tube clips and trying to make up songs for all the CC memory work. So I've learned a lot. But none of it will be useful if you aren't a person who walks around in a blind terrifying fog, afraid to look at reality because you know it's really bad.

So here's seven quick things I've learned about homeschooling.

one 
You have to teach the children to read and do math. This may surprise some of you, but I'd encourage you to add it to your homeschool day. Teaching reading is a real enormous drag and makes the average adult human want to jump out of her skin and run naked and skinless into the snow, screaming and crying. But you have to do it anyway. One helpful thing, as you're beginning to teach a child to read is to know, in the way that you know God know, that every single child will not be able to learn to read in the way that any other single child learned to read before her. So if Teaching Your Child to Read in 100 Lessons (and what a misnommer that title is) worked with your second child, it won't with your third. Know also that one of your children will try to win the battle and Not Ever Read. You should not let your child win this battle, any more than you let them win any other battle. Remember, what doesn't kill you just makes you angry and bitter, but that's ok, at least your child can read.
two
You oughtn't to have to do school before the child is seven. I know that all the states in the union make you report before then and so you should definitely "do school" and teach them stuff, but all the years before seven are going to be a time of suffering that you could probably skip, if you were allowed to do whatever you wanted. As it is, at seven, so many things click into place, not least the ability of a child to sit and do something sensible that doesn't include the destruction of every material item you hold dear. 
three
February will always be a drag. You can try and do a bunch of stuff to make it better, but you will probably always want to die in Febrary and you will probably conclude that you're whole life has been a miserable wretched failure. I've heard this is true for every human person in the colder climes. Don't actually chuck it. The year I did I was proved to have made The Wrong Choice. Remember, don't have a baby in February because then you will have to celebrate a birthday every year in February. 
four
Don't try to run your home "school" like a school. The reason you're homeschooling is because you don't want to stand out in the snow with your child waiting for the school bus at six o'clock in the morning or whatever. Sleep till 7, pray, read some of the bible or have it read to you by the internet, eat a good breakfast, work out, take a candle lit shower, anoint yourself with oil and nail polish, open the living room curtains and fluff the pillows and finally enter magesticslly into the school room with your coffee (half hot milk, four tablespoons of cream, one tablespoon of Lyle's Golden Syrup, one quarter cup of coffee) at ten o'clock sharp and find the children working hard since 8 so that later they can play. Train them to work alone so that your morning routine will not be disrupted. Arrange your flowers 
and drill spelling and multiplication and otherwise dispense wisdom and advice. 
five
Take breaks. Don't do school All The Time because of panic. Take a holiday in the summer and at Christmas and if you're sick, think about resting for an hour or two. If you can't walk through the school room, take a half day and clean it instead of pushing forward with your curriculum. I know it sounds insane, but it is possible to progress more rapidly when you can find all the books easily. Remember that ice skating is PE and you are not "missing school" you are "in PE". But still, don't yell at the people who are questioning your life decisions. Don't shout "Don't question me!" as you skate away, say, "physical activity is so imortant in the winter! But don't worry! The children sit still and silent all the rest of the day!" Feel guilty for lying.
six
Structure your school year around the date of Easter. If Easter is early, start the year late and plan a long holiday around Holy Week and Easter Week. If Easter is late, start early and finish the year before Palm Sunday. The longer you celebrate the passion and resurrection the more it will become moored in your children's spiritual lives. Don't try to do anything else but be in church and pray and eat junk food after church every night. Buy a pink pair of shoes for Easter Sunday and collapse on Easter Monday knowing that not only is Jesus risen, but all you have to do now is standardize test and plant a garden. Drift into depression because life has suddenly lost all its structure, focus and meaning.
seven 
Pray. Pray all the time. But don't pray scared. Don't not ask for patience because you think God will make your life more frustrating to "teach" you patience. Don't not ask for humility because you think God is waiting to humiliate you. You are already in frustration and humiliation for screaming and yelling and having a filthy house and not meeting your own expectations, let alone the state's or anyone else's. When you are a homeschooler and you pray, God gives you grace. People say this all the time but they never spell it out, which I find extremely frustrating. When you ask God for something, like, say, the ability not to yell at a particular child for a particular offense, and you throw yourself down on your face and beg him to have mercy, he will, when you're sitting in front of that child consider whether or not to yell, remove the desire form you, miraculously. Or, when you can't get the children to spell anything, not even their own names, and you throw yourself on his mercy, he will improve their spelling, or give you some insight into how to make it click. It's not just that he died and rose again, it's not just that his "grace is sufficient for you", is not just that you have to "lean on him". No. He will answer specific prayers for particular problems when you ask him. Because he loves you. He's not going to make it worse by "teaching" you into more suffering. Just ask, and he gives. That, I think, though sometimes I'm not sure, is what Grace means. That when you throw yourself down, God hears you and loves you, even for your children, even when you fail.

So there's my seven takes. They're longer than I thought they would be. I hope they inspire you to homeschool...just kidding. Put your kids in school. No I'm serious, right now. Stop reading this and enroll them, and mine.

Friday, October 25, 2013

seven hurried takes

one
Big cold in the head. 
Dreamt my phone broke into pieces but still worked, but could only talk on it if I carefully held all the pieces together, which of course was impossible. Woke anxious and with a sore throat. Felt surely that death would come. Didn't so got up and made breakfast.
two
My dad, the Reverend Doctor Robert Carlson of Nairobi and West Africa, will be preaching at Good Shepherd on Sunday. Here he is, reading to his grand children who wouldn't stop wiggling even for one tiny second.



Hope everyone within a hundred miles will come and hear him!
three
My 90 year old Great Aunt will be making the journey so there should be no excuse for anyone else. My mom and dad are going to pick her up in Pennsylvania today and bring her up for the whole weekend. Don't worry, I will stay well away from her with my cold. I will wave cheerily from other rooms and send disinfected notes and cause Matt to make all the food for the whole time. Looks like she might be bringing snow with her.
four
I will not speak of impending snow lest I lapse into profanity which, so far, whatever the name of this blog might suggest to you, would not be in keeping with nearly everything that I've written so far over the last seven or eight years or whatever. My deep animosity and hostility towards the snow and cold will just have to be believed. Feel the force behind these measured words and pray for my salvation.
five
Got to have lunch with my dad yesterday and came away feeling that perhaps I had not drawn breath the whole time, so chattery was I. Asked maybe one question and then lept into answer it myself. Have heard from Matt that this is what it's like to go out to lunch with Elphine (for him to go to lunch)--quick intakes of breath on the part of the child who has so much to say that breathing is a big waste of time. If God is a good Father, it may be that sometimes he feels like I am out to lunch.
{cough...sorry...just a little joke there..}
six
Reading a really good about how to celebrate the church year. Going to review it just the second I finish it, which will hopefully be today. Feel that I will need to have a stout stack of these books to hand out to the average Good Shepherdian who doesn't know what on earth we're doing with the colors and the insanity. 'Read this', I'd be able to say, 'and do what it says, and eventually you'll want to be an Anglican.'
seven
Had to shave the bottom of Moses' staff off so as to fit him onto the Mountain of The Lord. Then broke the staff and had to glue it. Now have to go buy some sand and something to put it in for the desert. And after that have to write out and laminate some helpful cards. Otherwise, how will the children learn about the near sacrifice of Isaac? How? I ask myself as I sling glue around, there must be some other way!


Friday, September 20, 2013

7 quick takes: church and home tra la la

one
The last many weeks I've been spending every available 'extra', as if there are any if those, minute at church trying to chip away at the big Catechesis of the Good Shepherd pile. I've already posted pictures of the new rooms which continue to be so lovely, but I've also been rewriting lessons and remaking materials that weren't working. Communal Prayer, for example, needed a serious overhaul.
I did up new little 'order of services' or whatever you call it
and then laboriously rewrote by hand Opening Sentences, Dismissals. Psalms, and so on and so forth. When I finally came to the point of laminating everything Matt was reading about Anselm and the existence of God and boy, thought I, I used to be an intelligent person one time, but lo, now I am stupid with so much laminating. How the intelligent have become seriously dim witted!
two
I also put together this cute little Folder Holder for the Little Ones. So Cute! [sorry, overcome with the cuteness]
three
Of course, spending so much time at church means that the house and garden fall into decay and failure. Saturday evening I rushed around cutting a few more flowers before a threatening frost. But then I just plunked them on my desk where they eventually faded and died because I didn't have time to do anything else.
Sob. I do not desire the advent of frost and cold weather. I mourn and weep and wail, in fact, when I think about it.
four
No tomatoes, no squash, no herbs this year, as I have regularly been lamenting (so much whining that someone wonderful has been bringing me gorgeous tomatoes--that is the true lesson, as any child can tell you, the more you whine, the more you get what you want) but my hydrangea finally bloomed, in three colors even, and I've managed to dry a few of them.
five
So I'm still not done at church, I have to fix the basket for the Pearl of Great Price and write another lesson but I woke up and realized that if I didn't spend some time doing stuff at home, my lessening intelligence would be compounded by being a Bad Mother and Wife.
six
So, naturally, I forced Matt, against his will, to rearrange our bedroom. He has been wishing he could have a place to study that isn't a Junk Heap of Despair but there just isn't another room or place in the house so we subdivided our bedroom--half Study half Bedroom.
Here is the 'Study'. Not wanting him to be lonely by actually being alone, I provided him with a chair for me and lovingly placed my lap top straight away near him.
'You don't want me to actually work, do you' he observed sadly when I had made myself perfectly comfortable.
'Of course not,' I said, 'I want us to sit here happily reading the Internet together and never doing any work ever again.'
Look how many books fit in his nook!
seven
Making the room into two separate functioning spaces meant putting our bed up against the wall. I expected this arrangement to be awful but I really love it.
Why? You ask. Well, for the last couple of years I have woken up to the dismal red expanse of the church brick wall, AND though I love the church dearly, that wall looms over me and makes me feel like I wished I live in a forest, which I don't really wish, but the wall messes with my mind. Now, however, I wake up to the view of the sky and all the angst seems to have melted away.
Plus, I painted this clever shelf which I procured from the church Rummage Sale. The child, I don't know how to explain that, but isn't the shelf fine?
And then I flung all these pictures on the wall.
So now I should go back to writing lessons. Or something. 
Have a great weekend and go check out Jen!