This year I'm homeschooling three kids who are in 6th, 7th, and 11th grades. After doing some reading and listening to some talks given at homeschool conventions I decided to make a few changes to how we do things.
First of all, I've decided to try out something called "Morning Time." I first read about it in "Teaching From Rest" and Cindy Rollins writes a great deal about it on her blog. Basically, the idea of morning time is to set aside a certain amount of time each school day to things you would like to do, but that often get lost in the push to get through all the "core subjects." For example, things like poetry, art and music appreciation, and literature. Cindy Rollins and Sarah Mackenzie both have detailed descriptions of what they do for morning time on their blogs, but it really can be anything you want. Any subjects or activities that you would like to give more time to.
We are just starting out with morning time, and so I may be trying different things. I stole a few ideas from Cindy Rollins, such as reading Shakespeare and doing grammar activities, but I have tried to come up with some ideas of my own as well.
Here is what we are doing for morning time:
Every day: Catechism, memory work (mostly poetry, but also excerpts from speeches or literature)
Once or twice a week: art and music appreciation, geography, history, Shakespeare, literature, grammar.
I've set aside ninety minutes for morning time, although we usually seem to get it done in an hour.
Morning time is something that takes a little getting used to. For years, our school days have followed a basic subject/break/subject/break pattern. So it seems a little odd to jump from one subject to another. I think my son considers it unfair, as though we are breaking some sort of rule. You can't just go from geography to grammar like that! However, as we have keep going with it, we are gradually becoming more comfortable with the pattern, and maybe even learning to enjoy it.
We spend the rest of the morning on math and English. My husband gets home from work around lunchtime. He teaches the kids science and Latin in the afternoon.
Things are a little different with my 11th grader. She is taking classes at a community college this semester. Since her classes take up so much of her time, she and I are only doing school together on Monday morning, where I give her assignments for the week, and on Friday morning, when we go over her work. In addition to her college classes, we are doing European history, life science, and algebra. If all goes well, she'll be finishing her high school math at the college next year.
Saturday, September 13, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Can We Accept What He is Sending Us Today?
This is the question Sarah McKenzie asks at the end of the first chapter of her book, Teaching from Rest: A Homeschooler's Guide to Unshakable Peace. I don't read very many homeschool books anymore. Probably because most of them are geared towards people just starting out or still making up their minds. Sarah's book, however, is one that speaks to any homeschooler, and says some things that we all need to hear: those who are just beginning to homeschool and those who've been homeschooling for a long time.
Homeschooling from Rest is not a how-to book on homeschooling, rather it is about how we should approach our homeschooling regardless of the particular methods we might use. We homeschool moms have a tendency to get caught up in "getting things done," or as the author puts it, "checking off boxes." We worry about finishing the sixth grade book by the end of the school year, we worry about whether our children are working at grade level, we worry about what the neighbors will think. All these cares and worries are perfectly understandable, but they cause us to lose sight of what drew us to homeschool in the first place: raising our children to know, love and serve God.
In a previous post, I wrote about the idyllic image of homeschooling I had when I first started out, and while some of my expectations were kind of silly or unrealistic, the main thing that I was thinking about in that image was peace. A peaceful family life in which we all pursue what is good, true and beautiful. Over the years, there have been moments when we have come close to that, but all too often, our homeschooling was much less about truth and beauty than it was about getting things done because I felt like we had to. In her book, Sarah writes that the first step to peace is acceptance. Instead of being frustrated by the interruptions and disruptions that slow down our progress, we should recognize that these things are being sent by God, and look at them as an opportunity to serve God and our family.
So this week I am working on the question of whether I can accept what God is sending me. Granted, we're on summer vacation and I don't have to worry about falling behind on school work, but summer is the time when I try to get household projects done, and I'm sure there will be plenty of interruptions to slow that done. Learning to accept that will be good practice for when we start up school again. I hope.
I have a tendency to swallow books whole. I get excited about a new book and read it much to fast. When I first bought Teaching from Rest I read it in two hours. The trouble is after tearing through a book the content doesn't stick with me for very long. So I actually bought the companion journal, even though I usually think of those things as kind of goofy. I will be going through the book slowly with the journal, and will also leave some notes about it here. So that hopefully some things from the book will stick with me. Also, it gives me something to blog about for a few weeks. ;)
Homeschooling from Rest is not a how-to book on homeschooling, rather it is about how we should approach our homeschooling regardless of the particular methods we might use. We homeschool moms have a tendency to get caught up in "getting things done," or as the author puts it, "checking off boxes." We worry about finishing the sixth grade book by the end of the school year, we worry about whether our children are working at grade level, we worry about what the neighbors will think. All these cares and worries are perfectly understandable, but they cause us to lose sight of what drew us to homeschool in the first place: raising our children to know, love and serve God.
In a previous post, I wrote about the idyllic image of homeschooling I had when I first started out, and while some of my expectations were kind of silly or unrealistic, the main thing that I was thinking about in that image was peace. A peaceful family life in which we all pursue what is good, true and beautiful. Over the years, there have been moments when we have come close to that, but all too often, our homeschooling was much less about truth and beauty than it was about getting things done because I felt like we had to. In her book, Sarah writes that the first step to peace is acceptance. Instead of being frustrated by the interruptions and disruptions that slow down our progress, we should recognize that these things are being sent by God, and look at them as an opportunity to serve God and our family.
So this week I am working on the question of whether I can accept what God is sending me. Granted, we're on summer vacation and I don't have to worry about falling behind on school work, but summer is the time when I try to get household projects done, and I'm sure there will be plenty of interruptions to slow that done. Learning to accept that will be good practice for when we start up school again. I hope.
I have a tendency to swallow books whole. I get excited about a new book and read it much to fast. When I first bought Teaching from Rest I read it in two hours. The trouble is after tearing through a book the content doesn't stick with me for very long. So I actually bought the companion journal, even though I usually think of those things as kind of goofy. I will be going through the book slowly with the journal, and will also leave some notes about it here. So that hopefully some things from the book will stick with me. Also, it gives me something to blog about for a few weeks. ;)
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Random Thoughts for the Week
Random thought number 1: The closer we get to the end of our school year, the farther away that end seems to be. June 13th is our end date, but I don't think it will ever get here.
Random thought number 2: We watched "Raiders of the Lost Ark" last night. It's a movie that strongly reminds me of my childhood because I somehow talked my Mom into taking me to see it, in spite of all the violence and gross stuff. It occurred to me as we were watching last night that at the time this movie came out, the idea of having movies like this one to keep at home and watch whenever one wanted would have been absolutely amazing, yet there I was checking facebook, writing emails and crocheting instead of paying attention.
Random thought number 3: Ever read a text or an email and momentarily find yourself looking for the "like" button?
Random thought number 2: We watched "Raiders of the Lost Ark" last night. It's a movie that strongly reminds me of my childhood because I somehow talked my Mom into taking me to see it, in spite of all the violence and gross stuff. It occurred to me as we were watching last night that at the time this movie came out, the idea of having movies like this one to keep at home and watch whenever one wanted would have been absolutely amazing, yet there I was checking facebook, writing emails and crocheting instead of paying attention.
Random thought number 3: Ever read a text or an email and momentarily find yourself looking for the "like" button?
Saturday, May 31, 2014
My Homeschooling Story, Part 1
When my husband and I decided to start homeschooling I was so excited. I read lots of books and looked at all kinds of homeschool curriculum catalogues. My favorite book on homeschooling was "Designing Your Own Classical Curriculum," by Laura Berquist. Partly because it really was full of useful information, but I think I just liked the title, too. Something about the words "Classical Curriculum" brought this happy image to my mind. An image of my family gathered in the living room some evening, older daughter playing on the piano, or maybe the harp, younger daughter painting (younger daughter was only 1year old at the time, so I must have been imaging us in the future) Older son looking thoughtful as he reads Homer in the original Greek, and younger son reciting lines from Shakespeare for my husband and I. Oh, and did I mention the house was spotless? And that we were all dressed like Jane Austen characters?
Now, it's not like I was naïve enough to really think that homeschooling would result in such an idyllic home life. As I said, it was just an image that came to mind. And even though I knew it was unrealistic, it was still what I was hoping for.
Of course when I actually began homeschooling it turned out to be messier and much more difficult than I expected. When we first started, my two youngest children where three years and fifteen months old. Both were able to entertain themselves for fairly long periods of time, but like most small children, rarely did so when their Mom needed them to. Some of those homeschooling books that I read had suggestions for how to teach with babies and toddlers around. I did as one of them suggested and brought their little play table out to the kitchen (which was serving as the schoolroom) and set it up with picture books, blocks, paper and crayons. Lots of fun things that they loved, so of course that morning they had no interest any of those things. No sooner had I begun my very first lesson of our very first day of school than Miss Toddler flopped down on the floor and started crying. Mr. Preschool had no interest in what was on the table either, he just wanted to go out to the living room and watch his shows on Playhouse Disney, like he had always done when his brother and sister had gone to real school. I ended up teaching school from the kitchen floor while handing blocks to the toddler sitting on my lap.
Meanwhile, the two older children, one second grader and one fifth grader, were definitely not as enthusiastic as I had hoped they would be. I suppose it must have seemed strange to them, especially the fifth grader, sitting at home being taught by their mother. For my part, I was surprised by how hard a time I had just trying to explain the assignments I wanted them to do. Those first couple of months felt like walking knee deep through molasses. By October we were way behind the spiffy lesson plan I had bought. By December I had given up even looking at the lesson plan.
But in spite of things not starting off as well as I would have liked, our family actually was happy with homeschooling. Our mornings were so much more relaxed. No more frantic push to get out of the house in time for school with the inevitable hunt for someone's missing shoes or lost homework. We had more time during the day without all the running back and forth to pick up and drop off from school. We even started getting to weekday Mass on a regular basis. And I'm sure my kids didn't miss the hours of homework after dinner every night.
Nine years of homeschooling have not exactly led us the way I expected it would. Our family life does not look like one of those Regency era paintings, or even one of those watercolors that appear on the covers of certain homeschool catalogs (you know the ones I mean). My daughters may not be playing harp and piano in the drawing room, but they do like to have guitar and violin jam sessions out in the garage (which has become the music room, among other things.) I don't have a painter in the family, but one child has taken to drawing cartoons that make us all laugh. Neither of my sons have learned to love Homer yet, but one has grown up to be a good, hard working young man, and the other loves nature and the outdoors. I realize now that what we have accomplished, in spite of all the daily chaos and frustrations, is actually better than what I had first hoped for. Although we're not as well dressed.
Now, it's not like I was naïve enough to really think that homeschooling would result in such an idyllic home life. As I said, it was just an image that came to mind. And even though I knew it was unrealistic, it was still what I was hoping for.
Of course when I actually began homeschooling it turned out to be messier and much more difficult than I expected. When we first started, my two youngest children where three years and fifteen months old. Both were able to entertain themselves for fairly long periods of time, but like most small children, rarely did so when their Mom needed them to. Some of those homeschooling books that I read had suggestions for how to teach with babies and toddlers around. I did as one of them suggested and brought their little play table out to the kitchen (which was serving as the schoolroom) and set it up with picture books, blocks, paper and crayons. Lots of fun things that they loved, so of course that morning they had no interest any of those things. No sooner had I begun my very first lesson of our very first day of school than Miss Toddler flopped down on the floor and started crying. Mr. Preschool had no interest in what was on the table either, he just wanted to go out to the living room and watch his shows on Playhouse Disney, like he had always done when his brother and sister had gone to real school. I ended up teaching school from the kitchen floor while handing blocks to the toddler sitting on my lap.
Meanwhile, the two older children, one second grader and one fifth grader, were definitely not as enthusiastic as I had hoped they would be. I suppose it must have seemed strange to them, especially the fifth grader, sitting at home being taught by their mother. For my part, I was surprised by how hard a time I had just trying to explain the assignments I wanted them to do. Those first couple of months felt like walking knee deep through molasses. By October we were way behind the spiffy lesson plan I had bought. By December I had given up even looking at the lesson plan.
But in spite of things not starting off as well as I would have liked, our family actually was happy with homeschooling. Our mornings were so much more relaxed. No more frantic push to get out of the house in time for school with the inevitable hunt for someone's missing shoes or lost homework. We had more time during the day without all the running back and forth to pick up and drop off from school. We even started getting to weekday Mass on a regular basis. And I'm sure my kids didn't miss the hours of homework after dinner every night.
Nine years of homeschooling have not exactly led us the way I expected it would. Our family life does not look like one of those Regency era paintings, or even one of those watercolors that appear on the covers of certain homeschool catalogs (you know the ones I mean). My daughters may not be playing harp and piano in the drawing room, but they do like to have guitar and violin jam sessions out in the garage (which has become the music room, among other things.) I don't have a painter in the family, but one child has taken to drawing cartoons that make us all laugh. Neither of my sons have learned to love Homer yet, but one has grown up to be a good, hard working young man, and the other loves nature and the outdoors. I realize now that what we have accomplished, in spite of all the daily chaos and frustrations, is actually better than what I had first hoped for. Although we're not as well dressed.
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