As I sit here typing at my computer, we have completed our first year of homeschooling. For those who are considering homeschooling, getting ready to homeschool, or are morbidly curious about the ups and downs of our grand experiment, you can follow along as I recount the tale of our year with as much authenticity of the frustrations and satisfactions as I can muster in hindsight. If you’re just jumping in you can catch up here, here, and here.
When Mom Sets the Schedule
We were now honest to goodness homeschoolers. All three of our hearts seemed lighter after experiencing the ease of that first day. Gigi’s comment was “This is much better than I expected it to be.” I took that as a compliment and thought, “Maybe I can pull this off.” We moved into a routine for our mornings. Both Gigi and Rue are night owls making morning slow going. Instead of a struggle to get out them out of bed and get ready by a certain time, I decided that they could wake up and stay in bed and read a book until 9:30am. At 9:30 the girls would have a half hour to putter, get breakfast, and get dressed before we gathered together to focus on our lessons for the day. This worked well for me too. I had until 10am to take care of myself and other household needs, or even last minute curriculum planning. At Gigi’s request, each morning I wrote the schedule for the day on the whiteboard (no problem, Ms. Producer). Of course, that meant I had to know what the schedule was going to be. Sometimes I was so prepared I wrote the schedule on the board the night before and other times I was sussing it out as I wrote it at 10:00am.
As I discussed in my previous post, we dove into Greek mythology. We made a family tree of the Titans, Gods, & Goddesses, read several of the myths, compared and contrasted different versions of the same myth, created our own Goddesses and their thrones, designed blueprints for temples on graph paper and measured the area and perimeter. My mom mentioned that she had never studied Greek mythology and would love it if Rue and Gigi taught her what they learned. Since my mom lives 7 hours away, the girls wrote a play based on the story of Cronus’ rise and fall from power, filmed it, edited it, and burned it onto a DVD for Grandma.
I had a great high school Biology teacher, Mr. Grecian, who drilled us weekly in Greek and Latin root words. That was a gift and it has stuck with me to this day. I still give him much of the credit for my SAT vocabulary score. Rue and Gigi loved the idea of learning Greek root words, so that became a part of our weekly routine as well. It soon became apparent that Rue has a love for language that I had never noted before. On her own she started learning the Greek alphabet and words. One morning she prepared a lesson on it for Gigi and I. Somehow I was wise enough not to interfere allowing her to find her own discovery process. No, she doesn’t know Greek now, but she continues to be fascinated by all languages and for fun plays with translations on her iPad.
I had bought some books I couldn’t resist. One was Karen Benke’s Rip the Page: Adventures in Creative Writing and the other was How To Be An Explorer of the World by Keri Smith. Rip the Page, with its short, mind-loosening exercises was (and still is) a big hit. I ended up buying each of us a book so we could write right in it and sometimes RIP IT! We love doing the exercises on our own then reading back to each other what we wrote. How To Be An Explorer didn’t go over so well. I may have introduced it too early in our de-structuring as the girls, still in the mindset that school had to look a certain way, thought the explorations were weird. I haven’t given up on the book yet. I think it’s cool enough to suggest at a later date and see if it gets a better reception next go around.
Rue despises math. She carries a tremendous amount of anxiety around the thought of it. In order to help change the way she looked at math, I knew the approach had to change. We would do real world math and make it meaningful for her. I had visions of Rue and Gigi breezing through fractions as we cooked, jumping at the chance to do math at the grocery store, and finally internalizing the multiplications table by practicing it everywhere we went so they would see how convenient having those facts at your fingertips would be. Initially, I had us all playing and working together on math skills. This idea backfired big time for both girls. Gigi’s quick answers compounded and confirmed Rue’s belief that she was “bad” at math. And, not surprisingly, this method didn’t scratch Gigi’s itch to check a completed task off her list. She begged me for a worksheet. Okay, I can adjust. I’m flexible and committed to supporting their process, but it didn’t take long for me to get weary of planning separately for each of them. Rue’s anxiety did begin to subside, if only by the lack of welling tears in her eyes when I said the word “math”. But my visions of fun, enjoyable, and easy skill attainment were not happening.
I barely kept the girls’ attention with our study of the American colonies and Revolutionary War. This may have been due to the fact that I LOVE history and want to dive into all the angles of it, discussing the “what ifs” and reading different perspectives on the same event. I had rebels in my midst. Even the awesome HBO mini-series, John Adams, got a sideways thumb for being too slow and boring. (FYI, I thought it was extremely well written and really brought the dilemmas of the time period to life.)
Finally, I assigned each of the girls a project based on their interests (boy, was I bossy). For Gigi, who rides horses a few times a week, the project was to write a report about the care and cost of having your own horse. Rue, who loves fashion and make up, researched and wrote about what she would need to know and purchase to open her own salon. Both girls dove into their projects, because they were honestly curious about the answers, but getting them to wrap up the reports in some cohesive presentation was like pulling teeth. I see now that my goal was a finished product and their goal was answers. It was starting to dawn on me, I needed to deschool.
I comforted myself that at least they had had a good run with Greek Mythology, science, writing, and project management. I had no doubt they were gaining solid learning skills that could be applied throughout their lives. They were learning how to learn and having fun (mostly). For that I was grateful. Unfortunately, as the study of mythology waned, so did all their attention and enthusiasm. I was spending many hours in preparation and would often be staring into glazed over eyes when I was explaining a lesson. It was a drag.
At the end of November I was left wondering, again, “Now what?”