no playing hooky
Homeschool is our game around here. And we play it seriously.
In these mid-winter days, these long, gray days that stretch into the horizon like the trees in our back hedgerow, we rise and lounge with books. We listen to the Old Testament on CD, hardly minding the scrupulous detail of the building of the sanctuary in the desert; the workings in gold, silver, and bronze; the melodious lists of blue, purple and scarlet material, fine linen, goat hair, rams' skins dyed red, porpoise skins, acacia wood, oil for lighting, spices for the anointing oil and for the fragrance incense, onyx stones and setting stones, for the ephod and the breastpiece.
We discuss a new book and DVD about Ancient Egypt; how one archeologist's time-line condenses the Dynasties to conform with biblical accounts and asserts that the Female Pharaoh, Hatshupset, is none other but the Queen of Sheba. The Queen of Sheba may have been Solomon's sister-in-law. With a little coaxing, this is interesting to us.
We learn about the Armenian Holocaust. Two biographical novels are assigned, both are set in 1915 in Turkey. In between our trips to the mall, skating parties, and daily chores, we consider that people much like us endured such atrocities. Other people, also much like us, committed them. This commentary on mankind illustrates the truth of many a scripture....
Every morning, I engage in my least favorite chore: correct math lessons. The little darlings engage in their least favorite chore: doing math.
#1 Son researches the eight empires that have historically ruled the land of Palestine. #1 Daughter employs creative non-fiction to tell the story of the Dead Sea Scrolls.
At this very moment, #1 Son is working on a house design for his dad. (They hope to begin building an apartment complex in the spring.) At this very moment, #1 daughter is rolling out of bed. Her whole head hurts from the spacers that the orthodontist inserted on Wednesday.
Our scheduled Titus Mountain Ski-Trip is cancelled. The ski-resort is closed! And as I survey the above list, I generously declare NO SCHOOL at the Hull Homeschool Academy. Note: I would never declare no learning now, would I ?
In these mid-winter days, these long, gray days that stretch into the horizon like the trees in our back hedgerow, we rise and lounge with books. We listen to the Old Testament on CD, hardly minding the scrupulous detail of the building of the sanctuary in the desert; the workings in gold, silver, and bronze; the melodious lists of blue, purple and scarlet material, fine linen, goat hair, rams' skins dyed red, porpoise skins, acacia wood, oil for lighting, spices for the anointing oil and for the fragrance incense, onyx stones and setting stones, for the ephod and the breastpiece.
We discuss a new book and DVD about Ancient Egypt; how one archeologist's time-line condenses the Dynasties to conform with biblical accounts and asserts that the Female Pharaoh, Hatshupset, is none other but the Queen of Sheba. The Queen of Sheba may have been Solomon's sister-in-law. With a little coaxing, this is interesting to us.
We learn about the Armenian Holocaust. Two biographical novels are assigned, both are set in 1915 in Turkey. In between our trips to the mall, skating parties, and daily chores, we consider that people much like us endured such atrocities. Other people, also much like us, committed them. This commentary on mankind illustrates the truth of many a scripture....
Every morning, I engage in my least favorite chore: correct math lessons. The little darlings engage in their least favorite chore: doing math.
#1 Son researches the eight empires that have historically ruled the land of Palestine. #1 Daughter employs creative non-fiction to tell the story of the Dead Sea Scrolls.
At this very moment, #1 Son is working on a house design for his dad. (They hope to begin building an apartment complex in the spring.) At this very moment, #1 daughter is rolling out of bed. Her whole head hurts from the spacers that the orthodontist inserted on Wednesday.
Our scheduled Titus Mountain Ski-Trip is cancelled. The ski-resort is closed! And as I survey the above list, I generously declare NO SCHOOL at the Hull Homeschool Academy. Note: I would never declare no learning now, would I ?
posted by thisrequiresthought at 8:01 AM
1 Comments:
Oh, poor Ana! For what it's worth, I think the spacers are the very worst part of the entire orthodontic procedure. (It could be that you simply learn to tolerate the pain, but I really do think all the other stuff is less intense.)
LOTS of extra-strength tylenol!
AND make sure she remembers all this pain she's enduring; maybe it will help her to wear her retainers for as long as she's supposed to when the braces are off. (I could never understand people who let their teeth slide right back into crookedness after months of excruciating pain. How silly!)
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